Chapter 650: Recorder (below)

Although there are a lot of scholars in the Eagle Body Banshee Kingdom who study Ok, there is no one who is more in-depth and obsessed with this magical race. Strictly speaking, she is not a biological scholar, and her direction is more in the humanities and Historically, this is a race sufficient to subvert most theoretical disciplines.
On the other hand, their queen intends to make more warlords because the power structure of Ouke is closer to the subordinate relationship between feudal states. The warlords are loyal to the overlord, but they also have their own set of teams, each warlord Inside is an independent small kingdom, understanding and pleasing them is a good way for the Queen to maintain the covenant.
Not everyone agrees, but more people agree.
But Quel'Sana invited herself to come to this most dangerous warlord. She wanted to understand the Oak society under the most "original ecology". No warlord had more Oke taste than this red butcher.
Colleagues all said she was a monster. Sometimes she felt that her head was broken. Maybe she mistakenly regarded a certain hobby as a pursuit?
In any case, she is here now, standing in front of the world's most dangerous Oak.
Although she was a little trembling, she was also unprecedentedly excited, which was a rare emotion for her who was always lonely and indifferent.
"You think?"
"I can't be sure. I, I keep a record with the exact number and the date of delivery. I have taken back my belongings, but all notepads are gone."
The way she came was not smooth, but actually in the hinterland of the kingdom, she was still attacked. It was Grak’s guard who appeared in time to disperse the gangs that wandered in the wilderness and rescued her, but the banshees who were traveling with him died. Many items have also been lost.
"notebook?"
Grak tilted his head.
"I've never heard of anything."
"It's something that can record things with a pen. It's on paper, and it can write a lot, um... a little thick, on it—"
"I don't need those troublesome things."
"No? No records?"
"Do not."
"So speaking of my notes and drafts, all my work has been ruined by you?"
"It should be, but since you can be stupid enough to carry them with you, you must keep something else, just like a mechanic will always keep a second wrench."
Quel'Sana nodded, she did have a backup, in her own personal bag.
"Don't you record anything? War? Victory? Seized?"
"That's what the brain does."
"What if you forget?"
"Forget it, the memory itself is a troublesome thing."
Quel'Sana was shocked by the laziness shown in his language. She originally thought that these creatures were always busy and could not stop at all, but in fact—
"That means you have requested many times, and then?"
Grak's question didn't stop.
"I got permission, permission to enter, I got a pass from the sky daughter Liya, but in the process of coming here, I encountered some trouble."
"That's not trouble."
Grak smiled, and he took another dark drink.
"It's an after-dinner entertainment, right, sandbags?"
A patch of dark fur under the foot of the warlord's platform moved.
"It's your kid, isn't it?"
A grunt came in response, and Grak grinned.
"Since you know this well, why should you ask me?"
Quel'Sana asked angrily. Although she had already made enough preparations, she was still feeling sad because she was treated so rudely. She didn't do anything. Can't the warlord have a little politeness?
He is the leader of hundreds of thousands, even millions of O'Clocks!
"Just want to know if you still remember."
Graco frowned.
"But your story is really not that good. As a pet, you almost meant it."
"As a pet?"
Grak leaned forward, resting his arms as thick as the trunk on his knees, and his skin shone like a polar glacier.
"Yes, pets, so I’ll tell you this story. I’m telling you... Boss, he saw your request, he talked to me, he said that having a pet is not bad, it should be quite good Interestingly, you can pass the time, a flying pet can bring some new stories, you can also learn our stories, or you can learn our stories, and then tell you to listen to them."
"Do you think I'm here to do this?"
Quelsana still couldn't believe it.
"What do you think you are here for?"
The warlord asked rhetorically.
"You want to understand us, don't you? We can tell the story casually. Not all kids are qualified to listen. You look promising and have a positive attitude."
"And the name."
An old David team member behind the Hawk Enchantress said.
Grak nodded, and the veteran stepped forward. He was tall, and the twisted blue tattoo pattern climbed along the edge of his face above his deep eye sockets, and the gray long braided hair extended from under the helmet. come out.
"What are you talking about, Esteka?"
"That name,"
Esterka answered.
"She said she was Quel'Sana."
"Oh, yes."
Grak patted his head. .
"Stale memories and breath are able to create some extra ideas, you are playing this idea, right?"
He stared at the Hawks.
"Yes."
Quel'Sana nodded.
"To be honest, after writing more than one hundred letters, I am willing to try any means, and I am not sure if you will see the meaning in it."
"Because we are all bouncing without thinking?"
Grak still asked with a smile, if that smile Quel'Sana didn't misunderstand.
Quel'Sana is not her real name~EbookFREE.me~ This phrase is meaningless in the language of the Hawks, this is the name she used for herself in Occi, which means recorder.
There was a silence.
"Then I didn't get it wrong, I was brought here to let you decide what to do with me."
After a long time, Quel'Sana broke through the dullness, and her expression was very calm.
"Yes, this is the case, after all, I have the final say here."
"Not yours... the overlord has the final say?"
"Boss? He is too lazy to take care of this kind of thing,"
Grak shrugged and replied.
"When you got to Blackstone, the boss asked the kid to tell me, do you really want to understand us?"
"Yes."
"It means understanding survival and killing."
"Are you referring to war? I have lived on the Flaming Plateau all my life. That is a world where there are still conflicts in rest and recuperation. I have experienced many wars in various senses."
"It doesn't mean war."
Grak shook his head.
"War is just a boss's statement. Its essence is alive. Sometimes, on the level where you don't need to think, if you want to live, you must prevent other guys from living. We are doing this, and we are very good at it. this matter."
"I have no doubt about it, leader."
"Then you will stay."
Grak finished, holding the bowl in his hands with his hands, ready to take a sip.
But he let go again.
"Bird, if you want to live with us, you will definitely understand battle and death. You will approach them up close and tell me, have you really been close to any of them?"
"Neither."
"So soon, you have a chance."
With that said, he swallowed the spirits in the bowl.