In another room.
Baylon hugged her blanket and curled up on the bed cautiously, observing her surroundings.
After she fainted, she found herself lying on this bed. No one cared about her, and the door was locked.
Suddenly, a familiar crying voice came from next door.
"It's Kling!!" She was surprised. She crawled and rolled close to the wall to listen carefully.
"Kling!! Is that you?! "
She shouted loudly.
The crying from next door became softer. After a while, a timid voice came.
"Lonnie?"
"It's really you!?" Baylon's heart was at ease.
"Alright, little girl. You're fine now. I've checked the location. You're now at a place thousands of kilometers away from the previous shop. It's a temporary hotel." Red Moon's voice was transmitted into her mind.
"Kling, what happened to Kling? Why is he crying so sadly?! "The kind Baylon was concerned about her companion.
"He's fine … He just met a small setback in his life …" Red Moon did not know how to explain. What should have happened had already happened …
"Is he really fine?" Baylon was still worried.
"Don't worry. How can a man say he can't handle such a small pain?" Red Moon comforted her. "The person who saved you has left. You better get up immediately and check the surroundings. This is only a temporary residence. There are no other living things around except for you. There's no food or water. If you don't think of a solution quickly, don't blame me for not warning you if you starve to death here."
These words rang out in their minds at the same time. The two of them had long since developed the ability to distinguish when Red Moon was telling the truth and when she was lying. Naturally, they could tell that Red Moon was telling the truth. Immediately, they quickly got up from the bed. Clint even went as far as to look for clothes to wear.
He pushed the door open and walked out.
The brilliant golden sunlight shone down and sprinkled on his skin, causing him to feel a burning pain. The surrounding area was simply a desert, with only yellow-green grassland. Occasionally, he could see a meandering stream. The strange thing was that the water in these streams was green, and there was even a faint green mist rising from it.
The entire area was dead silent. Not even a fly could be seen.
Baylon looked into the distance. On the horizon, she could faintly see a man in a leather jacket riding a motorcycle quickly leaving. Strangely, the motorcycle did not make any sound.
"That man saved you. This place was supposed to be an abandoned hut, but he used it as a temporary resting place," Red Moon explained in a low voice.
"What should we do now?" Baylon suddenly felt thirsty.
"Think of a way to survive first." Red Moon replied solemnly, "The water here is not drinkable, it's highly toxic. Since there are no living creatures, it means that we can't even eat radioactive meat. Fortunately, I have some food and drink in my space keystone, which can last for a while. However, if you can't find a way to solve the food problem within a week, then you will starve to death in this radioactive wasteland."
"So this is the radiation belt …" This was the first time Baylon had experienced the cruelty of the radiation belt. Regardless of whether it was the betrayal of the seemingly amiable Big Sister and the yellow-bearded uncle, or the current predicament where even food was a problem, when did even eating and drinking become a huge problem of life and death?
"Just treat it as a form of training for yourself," Red Moon sighed. "This is also the main reason why most people in the radiation belt can't live past seventy or eighty years old. They can't even drink water to ensure their health. Most of their food comes from very few plantations and the meat of many radioactive mutated beasts. Most of the time, mutated beasts the size of water buffaloes may only be able to eat fist-sized pieces of meat like Xiao Yi. After a life and death battle, all they get is a meal's worth of food, and it can only be eaten by one person. "
As Baylon listened to Red Moon's introduction, she slowly understood the cruelty and hardships of the radioactive wasteland.
"If it was my brother, what would he do?" She murmured in a low voice.
"Your brother … I guess he would live a more carefree life." Red Moon recalled the guy who even he had misjudged. "That guy … he's an extremely cruel person deep down …"
*****
After walking around the Inner Courtyard a few times, Garon still could not meet the boy from the Administration. The girl nicknamed Goldfish was also nowhere to be seen. Fila, on the other hand, seemed to have gone to attend some kind of ceremony.
After going to the library to understand the general information, Garon finally had a clear understanding of the entire Inner Courtyard as a whole.
It could be said that the Inner Courtyard was the true and cruel side of Blackboard Academy. The Outer Courtyard could only be used as a place to cultivate the talents of the military and the government. It was too gentle. On the other hand, the Inner Courtyard was the true embodiment of the cruel competition mechanism.
Everything required Mission Points. Training required Mission Points, purchasing items required Mission Points, dueling required Mission Points, and doing anything required Mission Points. Of course, if one had the money, they could also use Universal Points to pay. However, even the average billionaire could not afford this price. Ordinary items were twice as expensive as outside, but the key was that many precious items could easily be calculated in the millions with Universal Points. If they were to be purchased with Mission Points, it would be much, much cheaper.
It was obvious that the entire Inner Courtyard revolved around Mission Points.
The professors and instructors of the Inner Courtyard were detached from worldly affairs. Each of them stayed in their own territory and rarely went out. In other words, they would not be seen even if they went out.
Only the students were active in the Inner Courtyard. The professors and instructors would not participate in the competition between the students. If they died or became disabled, they would be sent home. Perhaps they would be given a non-important position.
The entire Inner Courtyard was divided into three major factions. They were the Black Star Sect led by Black Star, the Black Rain Sect led by Red-Eyed Medero and the other two, and the Leo Constellation led by the exchange students.
There were many other organizations of different sizes as well. Among them, there were quite a number of strong scattered people, such as Fila. Garen understood that there were quite a number of teams like Anda that were temporarily organized for missions. Most of them were not very close to each other and would only work together when they needed to complete missions. There were at least twenty such teams in the Inner Courtyard.
Every year, batches of fifth-grade, sixth-grade and above senior students would enter the Inner Courtyard. Because only the Inner Courtyard had the information of the resonance degree that could possibly break through to Level Six Inherited Level, many people still rushed in wave after wave to look for opportunities even though they knew that it was extremely dangerous inside.
The life of the Inner Courtyard students was very simple.
Missions, missions, and missions. They would constantly accumulate resources. Resources needed for Mechs, resources needed for various techniques, and resources needed for training methods. Other than missions, they would need to complete the environmental training of the public class every once in a while. However, if they could not complete it, they would use up a lot of Mission Points. If they did not have enough Mission Points, they could only get out of the Inner Courtyard and wipe away all memories of the resonance degree.
There were two points, missions and public classes. Rather than calling the public class a lesson, it was better to call it an exam. It was used to filter out batches of students who did not pass. On the other hand, missions were the process of constantly training the students.
The instructors and even some missions from the outside would constantly be issued to the elite students of the Inner Courtyard. Those who could survive in such an environment were undoubtedly the top elites that far surpassed the Outer Courtyard.
Here, Mission Points were everything. They could be traded, could be used to pay for punishments, and could be used to purchase many techniques and materials that the outside world had never even heard of.
The relationship between the students and the instructors was not so much a teacher-student relationship, but a one-to-many technical knowledge trading point. The instructors were like the sales point of various technical knowledge, providing the students with a lot of secret and sophisticated knowledge.
These technical knowledge could also be traded and exchanged between the students. The instructors also turned a blind eye to it. In this way, as long as they followed a powerful instructor or professor of a high level, they could also gain a lot of Mission Points by trading the knowledge and techniques they bought from him. This was also the key difference in treatment.
Garon compared it to his own teacher, Van Doe. He was considered to be at the middle level in the Inner Courtyard and was very well-hidden. However, there were very few instructors and professors in the Inner Courtyard who were not well-hidden. Therefore, on the surface, Van Doe only had the strength of a Level Five Two-Moons Level. However, in reality, no one knew how deep his true background was. There were twenty to thirty professors like him in the Inner Courtyard, and they were all unfathomable.
After a preliminary understanding of the various aspects of information, Garon also had a general understanding of life in the Inner Courtyard.
He had also seen the information about the mission that Anda had invited him from the mission area in the library. It was indeed a relatively long journey that required him to go to the radiation belt and drive a Mech. In the middle of the journey, he would need to pass through a very wide area of terrain. The journey would take about half a month to a month.
Garon also wanted to go to the radiation belt to take a look. Red Moon had left him a message that they had already entered the radiation belt. He wanted to go out and see if he could find Kling and Roland.
There was also the Red Peacock Stone, which also needed time to be purchased.
After returning to the small villa where his instructor was, Garon entered his room and immediately dialed Kendall's number.
"Boss, if you have any orders, just say it!" Kendall was now backed by Garon and was already the CEO of a large company. His main business was arranging the transportation of the Rainbow Stones and he had gained Garon's trust. His daily life was very comfortable. The face on the screen of his wristwatch had become much fatter, like a smiling Buddha.
"Immediately purchase the Red Rainbow Stones on the market. It's best to find a stable supply channel."
"How much is the demand?"
"First, purchase two tons from the market. Once you've found a channel, buy it slowly with 10% of the profits. Report the income and expenditure every two months," Garon said casually.
"No problem, that's easy. Last time, there were many individual investors who asked me if I needed Rainbow Stones of other colors." Kendall's eyes narrowed into two slits as he smiled. Then, he seemed to have thought of something. "Boss, although there's still a lot of Rainbow Stones of other colors, their purity is lower. The purchase price might be slightly higher than the white Rainbow Stones …"
"Regardless of the cost, it's best to be quick." Garon thought about it. "You can also purchase two tons of other Rainbow Stones and store them in the warehouse to deal with the possibility of being used at any time."
"Understood. It can be done in two months at the earliest! However, it'll probably take some time to ship them over. After all, the Red Rainbow Stones are very widely distributed and the production in a single place is very low. " Kendall's words were filled with confidence. It was obvious that he had already grasped many individual investors' channels and knew the information like the back of his hand.
"It's alright, as long as you can get them. I'll wait for your good news."
"Leave it to me!"
After hanging up the phone, Garon slowly let out a sigh.
"It's time to solve the problem of Goldfish and that kid …"
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