People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 589: Super Invincible Ultimate Spiral Stew

Everyone was stunned, and then continued to throw their favorite food into the pot.

Mandela was so angry that he jumped up from the ground and pointed at the doctor and shouted:

"Who are you, the faceless hooded man? How dare you scold me? Aren't you afraid of me... Aren't you afraid that I will go find Qi Yan?"

"You think I'm afraid of a mere white-haired dog?"

The doctor laughed and said, "In Rhode Island, if you ask around, you'll know that white-haired dogs have three nemesis.

His sister is one, the little rabbit next to me is one, and there is another one..."

"It's you?"

Mandela looked suspicious.

"Of course... not!" The doctor said proudly, "The other one is Kal'tsit."

Mandela: “…”

She couldn't understand why this hooded man without a face could say such things so confidently.

Oh, because he has no face.

Mandela sat back in her seat silently, looking at the messy dinner and feeling like crying.

Holding a bag of table salt, Thorn muttered to himself as he calculated the ratio and completed the last step of making dinner.

Soon, the group began to happily eat dinner.

Mandela couldn't understand: "How long have you been hungry? Why can you eat such a bad meal so enthusiastically?"

Huang turned his head and said:

"Furong was the chef in the cafeteria before we left the island."

Mandela:?

"Who is that?" Mandela couldn't help but ask.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone who was eating stopped at the same time.

Huang turned his head slowly, his expression three parts solemn, three parts sighing, and ninety-four parts fearful, and said:

"She is someone who should never be provoked. Let's put it this way. When the cafeteria opens for lunch, Qi Yan and Xiao Ke are always at the front. But if Qi Yan sees Furong at the kitchen door, he will be so scared that he will open his golden pupils and throw Xiao Ke in, then run for his life."

After listening to Huang's explanation, although Mandela didn't understand it, she was greatly shocked.

While she was confused, the food in the pot was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. By the time she reacted, only a little bit of food was left at the bottom of the pot.

"Ah, I'm full."

"Take a good rest, there will be many battles waiting for us."

"Vina, come here for a moment. I also have something to discuss with you."

The Rhodes Island group soon dispersed with satisfaction, while the Glasgow gang and others gathered together to discuss something.

Amiya did not bother Vina and the others. She turned to look at the doctor and said worriedly:

"That Clovisia..."

"Don't talk about the master on someone else's territory." The doctor reminded.

Amiya stopped talking, nodded, and turned to help the doctor and herself find a place to rest.

Only Mandela and the Doctor were left in front of the campfire.

"There's a little left, don't you want to eat it?" the doctor said with a smile.

"It's all because of you."

Mandela bared his teeth in anger, but finally stepped forward to scoop out the messy food and started eating it in small bites.

The doctor sat beside her and chatted aimlessly:

"I heard Fengdi mention you, a cadre of Shenchi. Now you have been assigned to Qi Yan by the leader of Shenchi. But why were you thrown to the Self-rescue Army by Qi Yan?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Mandela said unhappily.

The doctor smiled, recalling in his mind the materials on the Deep Pool that he had read before leaving.

"What do you think of these people?" asked the doctor.

"Which one are you referring to?" Mandela chewed his food and said vaguely, "If it's Rhodes Island, my first impression of you, the hooded man, is already extremely bad.

If you mean those Victorians, I can only say congratulations, you have gone from being the last one I hate to the second one."

"Hehe, yes, I can understand that. You are from Tara."

The doctor chuckled and said, "You are the nation that King Gael ruled back then, and you are the original owner of Victoria. It was those mutants Filin who called themselves Aslan who took away everything that belonged to you."

Mandela's eyes lit up.

It had been a long time since she heard words that hit the mark.

"Humph, you're now the third most annoying person from the bottom, one level higher than Qi Yan." Mandela praised, wagging his furry tail.

The doctor smiled and said, "It's an honor. If I'm not mistaken, you hate the white-haired dog because he used his brain, which is smooth enough to skate on, to think and give his evaluation of the people of Tara.

It was probably something like the Tara people killed the Victorians, the Victorians killed them back, and the cycle continued."

"Yes, that's right, you are absolutely right!" Mandela said excitedly.

The Doctor was still smiling, like a bad guy teasing a fool.

He did not go into detail on this point, but instead asked a new question:

"So you've been hanging around with these Victorians for so long, why didn't you just wipe them out?

According to the information I have learned, you are quite strong. With the strength shown by the Self-rescue Army now, they will suffer heavy losses. "

"It's because Qi Yan doesn't let me do this." Mandela said dissatisfiedly.

"That white dog doesn't care whether people die or not. If you want to kill it, who will you start with?" The doctor's tone was full of temptation.

Mandela was totally unaware of this, her thoughts being led step by step by the doctor, she chewed her food and tilted her head to think seriously.

"It seems that there is no one I particularly hate... so I'll just kill whoever I see first."

Mandela gave his own answer.

"Kill them all, leaving no one alive?"

"...It's not that we can't keep him." Mandela took a breath and frowned, "I got along with that old guy named Bill for a few days, and he's pretty good. Let's keep him alive."

"Any more?"

"And... that little girl named Luo Luo is not bad either... Well, since we've kept her, let's keep Fester as well... And..."

As Mandela spoke, his voice gradually faded away.

Then she started to get angry again.

"Why are you angry?" asked the doctor.

"What the hell is it to you!" Mandela growled at the doctor for no reason.

The doctor was not annoyed, and continued with a smile:

"So, there is no difference between Tara people and Victoria people. You are the ones who put labels on each other."

"And then?" Mandela said angrily, "You are also going to persuade me to let go of my hatred, saying that killing is meaningless and it's all reincarnation?"

"No, no, no, the white-haired dog just knows a little more, but in my opinion, he still thinks too simply."

The doctor shook his head and said complacently: "In my opinion, you are killing each other like this now, there is no reincarnation at all, you will directly become the things in the pot in front of you, a lump of mush, all dead."

"What the hell, who are you trying to scare?"

Mandela sneered disdainfully.

The doctor picked up the spoon again, and without caring whether Mandela was full or not, he stuck it into the pot and started stirring it.

The doctor barely separated the ingredients that were mixed into a mess.

"Look, this potato is a Victorian commoner, and this leaf is a Tara person..."

The doctor continued to select while talking: "This piece of canned meat is the Sarkaz, this pile of mushroom-like things is the Duke's army, and the other soups and condiments are some minor forces...well, including Rhodes Island.

And this dish, I now name it Victoria."