Just as Aaron and Kashayva walked to the end of the hollow bridge-like road made of barbed wire, and Aaron was about to reach out to move the switch of the valve-like steel door, Kashayva suddenly pulled the corner of Yato's clothes and whispered a reminder:
"Mr. Aaron, I smell the same scent, the familiar smell of blood, and an indescribable flowing breath. In short, sir, I suggest you be careful."
"I have seen the compatriots of the Church of Hope who control twisted dark magic. I have seen the rat-like compatriots of the Church of Dark Night whose eyes turn red at night. I have also seen the ugly, huge giant monsters of the Church of Giants. I even participated in the 'Battle of Chekavsk Recapture' forty years ago, where corpses piled up like mountains. Kashaeva, if you act solely on your feelings, there will be no one you can trust in the wasteland world." Aaron preached in the unique tone of a politician.
"But women's intuition is always accurate." Kashaeva insisted.
"Woman?" Aaron's tone was mixed with a hint of disdain. He tilted his head to look at Kashaeva, who was wearing a neat military uniform. Even her military trousers were covered as tightly as a man's to prevent minor attacks. He said:
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