People of this era have forgotten what the New Continent is, what the Old Continent is, but Malin claimed he came from another continent, leaving the black-robed fellows present stunned. It took Eric a good while to react, his face full of shock: "You say you come from the Old Continent, where is that?" Then he pressed the radio receiver next to his ear, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Malin as if viewing an alien: "I just received a message from the Lord of Eternity; he wants to see you." "Great, I’m looking forward to meeting him." Malin nodded with a smile, certain that this never-before-seen Lord of Eternity was definitely not a true deity—how could a real deity use headphones for communication? "The automatic rail car will arrive soon; you can wait for a while." Eric finished and turned to look at the yin-yang head. The young man named Giles finally showed a hint of panic on his face, but Malin had long passed the age of bothering with such reckless kids. To Malin, having someone who wasn’t afraid of death in the team was actually a good thing—at least his death could serve as a warning to others. Of course, Malin wasn’t going to kill him, it’s like others trying to kill him, Malin wouldn’t care either. People born into this world come with missions, this kid... should be suitable to be an ammunition bag. After finishing his mockery, Malin walked to old Jack’s side. The old man who had just undergone a transformation was also barefaced. His whole body’s shedding forced him to strip naked, then tear large chunks of dead skin from his body. That section of arm should have fallen from his left shoulder, which was a deformity he carried since birth. In the Westland, such children would be determined as Chaos’s offspring, either drowned in a bathtub or burnt on a pyre, impossible to live to old Jack’s age. But here, this mutated child survived, lived to be so old, reportedly had several children, and now it looks like he could live at least another twenty years. His eldest son helped him peel the dead skin from his back and expressed some envy toward his father’s new skin: "Father, your skin is the best I’ve ever seen." "Thanks to young Mr. Malin." The old man put his shorts back on and thanked Malin. His behavior gave Eric some concern about how to value the medicine in his hand—he walked up to Malin: "Young Mr. Malin, your potion is far better than I imagined; I don’t know how to value your potion." "No problem, just tell me about your currency system, are there trading caravans between camps, say whatever comes to mind, it’s okay, this potion is yours." Malin spoke while sitting back—Mana emerged from the ground, turning into a chair so its master wouldn’t fall. Eric introduced the camp situation to Malin—essentially, each camp is like a small town, housing about a thousand residents. Some bigger camps have more people, but that’s mostly in the North—back in the day, survivors chose to expand their living space northward when going underground. To Malin, that was also a choice, considering from the information Malin received earlier, Nagoth’s army moved south. Take the Stafford camp for instance; it was established early during the Great Destruction, so its population is quite large—around three thousand people, besides Malin’s residential area, there are several other residential areas. Two sets of currency are used between camps, one being the local camp currency, mostly hard currency, like bottle caps and reloaded ammo; the other is the currency issued by the central camp, not the US Dollar Malin thought of, but military bullets, including powder bullets and energy bullets. Malin pondered, military bullets indeed count as hard currency, especially energy bullets. Malin took out an energy rifle, a good find from the ruins of Thainan, received the energy bullet pack Eric handed over, confirmed it could be used, and fired several shots with this energy rifle; the laser’s destructive effect was quite impressive. "Your weapon is different from our standard weapons." Eric also noticed something, and concerning his query, Malin smiled and explained. Upon hearing the weapon came from Thainan, old Jack suddenly spoke. "Thainan, I’ve heard little brother Bill talk about it, he said a long time ago, Thainan and us fought for supremacy." Old Jack’s words made his son laugh heartily: "Father, I really didn’t expect you to listen to that dreamer old Bill’s nonsense." Many black-robed fellows laughed, it seems they all thought so. But Malin didn’t laugh, he merely looked at the four-person group walking over from the orbit side, they didn’t clearly hear what was said here, so glanced over with puzzled expressions. Malin waved: "Old Bill, you all rest first, after things here are settled, I have questions for you." After speaking, Malin pulled out a net containing five canned meats and tossed it over; Bill caught the canned meats, noticed the black-robed people walking towards him, and immediately stopped walking. "Remember what young Mr. Malin instructed you." Eric finished and patted old Bill’s shoulder: "And, go on."