Chapter 720 New Energy Hub
"Run back?" Bettys blinked, and it took her a moment to understand what he was saying. She then stuttered, "You, you mean you ran back to the North again? To fight?"
"Yes, my compatriots were still suffering, how could I sit idly by? And Boss Gwen was also in the North at that time. I secretly climbed on the train and went all the way to the North."
Betty didn't know what to say for a moment. She turned around and looked the boy up and down as if he were a monster.
She had lived in the slums for a long time and knew how difficult it was for the refugees. To be fair, if she could come to Blood Harbor and Castel, she would definitely not have the courage to return to the battlefield in the north.
Bettys suddenly understood why the boy was able to get this medal. He definitely deserved this honor.
Several expeditionary forces were at the back, looking around and sighing quietly.
"Wow, where is this again?"
"I remember this isn't near your house?"
"My home? This way?"
"Well, look at that coastline over there. The sea won't run away, will it?"
"It's hard to say." Bettys glanced over and said slowly, "Blood Harbor recently underwent a land reclamation project, and the current dock area is no longer in the same place as before. By the way, don't you have someone to pick you up?"
Several people felt a little embarrassed. Actually, someone was going to pick them up at the station, but they relied on the fact that they were locals and planned to go there by themselves. However, they got lost when they returned to their hometown.
“The changes are huge, huge.”
"Wow, look at that! Is that a diesel locomotive? It's said to be the latest model of machinery. I've only seen it in scriptures!"
"That's not it, that's a steam locomotive. Diesel locomotives are usually more common in the sky."
"ah?"
Betty shrugged. "This thing is quite difficult to operate. Only Castel has it deployed on a large scale. Blood Harbor is only using it on a small scale."
Grisha ate fried fish while looking around in a daze.
He had never seen Blood Harbor before and had not read much in the Bible. Both Blood Harbor and Castel looked completely new to him.
Grisha, this will be your home from now on, he said to himself.
But, although he said that, his heart was filled with more confusion.
Grisha is not very old, but his only memories are almost all of bloody battlefields and the desolation and wind and frost of the north.
Caster was good, Blood Harbor was good, but he felt distant.
He never shed blood for this place, but his hands and feet, his friends and comrades were all buried in the ice and snow of the north.
Grisha sighed softly.
"Don't you like sweet jam?" The sudden voice startled Grisha. He turned around and saw Betty looking at him with some concern. "I heard you sigh."
"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I'm not used to it."
"It will get better over time. You have a long life ahead of you and can eat lots of sweet jams." Bettys comforted him in a somewhat condescending tone, standing on tiptoe and patting Grisha's shoulder.
But after she finished speaking, she became a little depressed: "I don't know if little Gwen and the others can eat it."
Grisha hesitated for a moment. He didn't know who Little Gwen was, and he didn't think he was Big Gwen. He wasn't very good at comforting people, so he thought for a moment and picked out a piece of fried fish from the lunch box and handed it over.
Betty burst out laughing. "Are you sure you want to give fried fish to the owner of the fried fish stall? I'm tired of it!"
Grisha also laughed and pointed to the side: "What is that?"
There are many tall buildings in Blood Harbor, but the one in front of us is too tall among them.
It is more like a mountain standing on the earth.
A mountain of steel.
The huge base is circular, gradually tightening upwards, and then branching out into several branches. There are some things under construction above each branch, but they are now surrounded by fences and the full view cannot be seen clearly.
Grisha saw it the first time he arrived at Blood Harbor, but he never had the chance to ask about it. Now that they had arrived, they could see many people busy around.
"This is said to be Blood Harbor's future energy hub. The name hasn't been announced yet, but it'll be here in a few days. The ignition ceremony will be held tomorrow. Do you want to come and see it?"
Grisha hesitated for a moment. He didn't think there was anything interesting about lighting a fire. The building in front of him was indeed magnificent, but what did it have to do with him?
No, you can't think like that.
Grisha shook his head. Ever since the war ended, he seemed to be in a daze. He always felt empty in his heart, as if a part of him was buried in the wind and snow of the north.
It wasn't as if, his prosthetic limbs stepped on the cobblestone road, and the palms holding the food box were not flesh and blood. A part of him was indeed left in the North.
Perhaps his heart is also buried in the North.
The memories were so heavy that he sometimes even had hallucinations, finding himself back on the battlefield. When he reached out to grab his weapon and prepared to fight to the death, he realized that it was all a dream.
Betty looked at the boy next to her and always felt that his smile was a little empty. He was obviously not even as old as her, but he was always in a daze, lost in memories.
She bit her lip, her eyes scanning the building in front of her, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Do you know Count Bazel?"
Grisha turned his head suddenly, his eyes suddenly sharp: Bazel, the Winter Wolf Guards, the pistol cavalry, the gallows, and the corpse with its head cut off.
His eyes were red as he glared at Bettys.
Seeing the girl in front of him stepping back subconsciously, Grisha came back to his senses. He quickly lowered his head, stuffed a few pieces of fried fish into his mouth, chewed them hard, and his breathing gradually calmed down.
"Yes, the resistance fought many battles with Bazel's men."
Betty put her hands on her chest. She was frightened by the boy's reaction.
It was really strange. He was just a teenager, using a cane and even walking with difficulty. He was also very thin, but when he just raised his head, Betty was so scared that she couldn't speak.
There seemed to be a cold anger flowing in those calm eyes, like a sharp knife, reminding her of the winter stream, biting and piercing.
The boy stopped talking and lowered his head to eat the fried fish.
"The fire will be started tomorrow, and Bazel will be here too."
"Bazel? What is he doing here?" The boy stopped stuffing fried fish into his mouth.
"It is said that he will be the new fuel of Blood Harbor—the fire that will be lit tomorrow will burn him."
"Burn. Bazel." Grisha muttered to himself, and a light gradually appeared in his eyes.
"What time tomorrow? Right here?"
"Yes."
The boy turned around and looked at the tall energy hub behind him.
He seemed to have more expectations for this city.
(End of this chapter)
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