THE LIVINETT PROTOCOL 9
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The flower beds and the various vegetables blooming decorate Mr.'s fields. Frankie. Two boys were running while pulling a goat. They looked cheerful as if they had no burden of life. The two children were 9 years old, but not siblings. There is no blood in them. Because they were both orphans adopted from an orphanage in Narb City, south of Yiklaz City. Both boys were taken care of by Mr. Franky and his wife.
The field they play in also belongs to Mr.'s family. Frankie. She used to learn gardening from her real friend Cadzelt. Young Franky befriended a boy from the western region who was known to be good at cultivating land and building experts. Then, after that he learned to look for good plant seeds from the Sandzelt people. Because they are botanists and understand a variety of nutritious foods. From the knowledge he has obtained, now Mr. Franky put it on his farm.
“Tink, Garben! Come here, it's lunch time! You put the goat on the tree trunk!” Shouted Mr. Frankie.
“I'm not hungry yet, Frank! Tink seems to be starving already!” replied the dark-skinned boy named Garben.
“No! I'm not hungry yet!” the other boy named Tink.
Mr. Franky clenched his hands while glaring towards them. Garben and Tink finally got their lunch. They were so good at eating the food. Garben ate so much, he was most powerful when told to eat all the food. However, his body remained thin dry.
“Don't finish the meat, leave it for me,” Tink said.
“Quick grab. Otherwise, I will eat,” said Garben.
“The food I just held is not finished.”
“Have eaten, don't fuss. If less, later can cook again,” said Mr. Frankie.
Eventually the two boys calmed down and enjoyed the meal again. When they finished, they sipped a drink and took off their clothes. While stroking the stomach full of food, Garben leaned back in his chair. Tink just glanced with a cynical face looking at Garben's behavior.
“Frank, why don't you make a pool?” chirping Garben.
“Colour? I don't think it's necessary. What would you use it for if you had a pool?”
“To bathe body-smelling Tink.”
“Enak only! My body doesn't stink. You should always wash your mouth. The bad smell is always out of your greedy mouth,”, Tink.
They always argue about small things. Mr. Franky tried to break them up. His ears were already immune to the commotion that the two boys had always made. Lucky they're always scared of Mr. Fists. Frankie. Although often troublemaking and likes to take food belonging to his neighbors and end up chasing until night. The two boys were very close to Mr. Franky was like a real boy himself.
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“What a wonderful memory we have! Why are you leaving so soon, Tink.”
“Do not continue to grieve. I've heard of your foster brother's death. Just let him go, let's accompany me to drink,” said Derpaz who suddenly appeared behind Garben.
“My heart has not been able to accept this harsh reality.”
“I know that, but you don't dissolve in sadness. If you continue to grieve, Tink will surely laugh at you,” Derpaz tries to comfort.
“Speaking what you are.”
“Just trying to make you laugh. By the way, how strong is that Holy Child?”
“I can't explain in words. His power is terrible.”
“So. All right, let's join the new boy named Marco. He really did it this time. Because of its strategy, the casualties from our side are not so much.”
They approached Marco who was drinking with Sil and the others. Luiz looked drunk, talking down the well, so deep. He also teased the beautiful nurse on duty. Reil and Papilon were busy cleaning their bows, occasionally chugging drinks and humming softly.
“How many wounded and dead have we got?” ask Derpaz.
“About 1502 minor injuries, 211 severe injuries, and 328 people who have been known killed,” Sil replied.
“So. Lucky we don't lose more members.”
They talk while occasionally doing nosy. None of the young men knew that Marco was from the future. All consider Marco from the same year as them. Although seeking peer origins when the war situation was crucial to avoiding intruders, it seems Marco did not invite the slightest suspicion, so he was so well-liked by his comrades. Only the people in the lab know where Marco came from.
The night is getting late, the wind penetrates the pores. The fire was no longer too big. The tents began to quiet down as many soldiers and nurses were already asleep. The sky looked bright, thousands of stars scattered in space. The sound of snoring, delirious people, was heard from several tents. Marco is still awake, he is not sleepy at all. As he drifted in his contemplation, he imagined the year he lived now. Who was the mysterious person who joined Marco yesterday? It seems he was eager to go to war. His hair was as thick as his shoulder and his prowess was terrible. That was what Marco was thinking while squeezing his bow that had been leaning beside him.
The Trovoltans did not seem to have exerted all their strength, even though they had perfected the armor stolen from Yazelt. It seems that they are deliberately playing around in search of sheer pleasure. Their bodies were superior and had such a formidable battle fleet. Come to think of it, they are like trampling on the self-esteem of the Yazelt.
In addition to being intelligent, the King Arcansas's descendants also had very high self-esteem. They do not want to be humiliated and humiliated. Maybe they are the perfectionist type. So, if anyone dares to lower the self-esteem of the Yazelt or any other descendant of King Arcansas, whether in the west, east, north and south, be prepared for a storm. They love peace so much, as long as they never disturb them. Moreover, if you dare to insult and destroy the self-esteem of the people in the Pegalisch Continent. They do not hesitate to fight and commit violence. Do not underestimate people of short stature.
The sacrifice has not stopped. Treasure, time, life and family are all at stake to achieve victory. Before this war is over, misery will continue to pervade the dwarf's days. May there be a way to end the cruel oppression of the Trovoltas.