"I can hardly believe that the automatic railcar broke down just because of a few parts. If it weren’t for the esteemed Mage bringing the parts, all of you useless people would have died for today’s negligence!" The middle-aged man at the front of the vehicle was spitting angrily at the repair crew. But the young ones in the repair crew lowered their heads, though their faces showed fear, there was no hint of cowardice in their eyes. Not far from them, the gold-haired Mage looked coldly at the mortals’ performance. He took out some tobacco and used an old lighter to ignite it—although the lighter was old, being able to use such a lighter was a symbol of status in the camp. His father had given it to him, the third son, because of his talent, a lighter that had been passed down for who knows how long. "Tulin, have you ever thought about whether the intelligence from Stafford might be problematic?" Beside him, a gnome wore the same mage robes as the gold-haired mage, but had a handgun at his waist. "Of course I’ve thought about it, and we’re not the only ones, the mentor and even the officials from the Central District have probably thought about it." Tulin was certainly aware of his senior’s concerns. Stafford, as the only remaining camp in the fallen southern zone, had long been suspected by the Central District. The camp’s body mutation rate was as high as 17.74%, but because the children they send yearly possess good spiritual energy talents, and the soldiers selected for the Black-robed Guards were excellent without any bad records, the Central District’s military had not yet enforced an extermination order. "They say they found a dual-talent child, what kind of demon would this child be, I’m very curious, the power of fire and ice... could this be a magician?" The gnome’s question puzzled Tulin as well. He shook his head: "I don’t know, we don’t even know if this child is real. After all, the last time Stafford sent children over was October last year, and now it’s almost October. We really don’t know what changes have occurred in Stafford over the year." At this point, Tulin walked towards the middle-aged man who was still spitting: "Enough, have your men arm themselves, tell the boiler group not to stop the machine. If there’s a problem, initiate an immediate evacuation of the railcar." "Ah, yes, yes, sir." The middle-aged man exhibited his humility in front of Tulin. Back outside the railcar, Tulin shook his head. "Did you notice that man’s insincerity? He’s the one responsible for this incident with the crew. He pocketed the money for replacement parts. When I went down, I saw those parts, they’ve been in use for at least twenty years." The gnome smiled as he said this. And Tulin, after finishing all his cigarettes, made a loud warning: "We’re about to pass through Triangl! Mount the machine guns to the right side! Turn on the purple lights!" The crew had experience traversing the fallen zone, and the young soldiers complied immediately, while the gnome found a place he considered safe: "Remember, if anything tries to jump onto the car, use a Kinetic Spell, like an air cannon, to knock it away. Our spiritual energy strength might not surpass these bold Chaos creatures." "Don’t worry, senior, I’m not a kid anymore." Tulin replied with a wry smile. "To me, you’ll always be that human kid who used to follow behind me and wipe your nose with my robe." The gnome said, as he felt the railcar begin to turn: "We’re taking the curve! Turn on the headlights!" The headlights were immediately turned on, illuminating the entire tunnel ceiling, to everyone’s surprise, there was no expected otherworldly creatures hiding above. Then the railcar approached the unloading platform at the edge of Triangl Station amidst human astonishment. "Damn it! There are lights! What’s going on!" As they got closer, everyone saw the brightly lit platform. "Stop!" Tulin shouted loudly. "Tulin! Are you crazy!" The gnome stuck his head out from the rooftop cover. "No, this is definitely not an illusion!" Tulin stood up, and as the speed of the railcar slowed down, he stood on its edge, eventually jumping over the handrail onto the platform, then spreading his arms towards the black-robed guards who were moving items: "What are you doing here! Robinson! I’m not dreaming, am I, old buddy!" "Tulin! Oh my god, I hadn’t heard that there were mages on the automatic railcar coming to Stafford." A young black-robed guard, carrying a wooden box, put it down with a smile and walked towards him. "Wait! Let’s do a password check!" Tulin put his hand on the gun holster at his waist. "To hell with your password check, have we ever had such a thing." Robinson laughed and placed his hand on his own gun holster. Then the two of them counted one, two, three together, laughed aloud, removing their hands from their holsters, and then their large hands firmly grasped each other. "Old buddy, I heard you’re going back home, I thought I’d never see you again." Tulin embraced his old friend. "Come on, is Stafford that dangerous?" Robinson patted his old friend’s back, then he began to introduce his companions to Tulin. Tulin shook hands with each of these companions of his old friend one by one. Finally, he saw a white-haired middle-aged man dragging a headless Chaos from the passage over there. He wasn’t dressed in the black-robed guards’ uniform, which left Tulin a bit uncertain, so he looked at his old friend: "Hey, Robinson, who is that."