I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 465 - 389: Manipulating People’s Hearts

Chapter 465: Chapter 389: Manipulating People’s Hearts

Clang—

The rusty iron door slowly opened with the creak of hinges, and four staggering figures walked out side by side.

The morning sun was particularly dazzling. Saqi, Wu Hou, Luo Ya, and Suo Ao instinctively squinted their eyes, their dry, cracked lips forming a line. There seemed to be a fire burning in their stomachs, causing hunger that made their vision faintly green.

“Saqi, Wu Hou, Luo Ya, Suo Ao!”

A rough voice came, as the tall Barbarian Warrior Gita carried four two-liter buckets of mineral water and quickly walked forward, with ice-cold water droplets still clinging to the surface.

Seeing the mineral water, the four of them rushed forward without even greeting, grabbing the buckets, twisting off the caps, and pouring the contents into their mouths.

The sound of gulping echoed on the open ground, their muddled eyes filled only with a thirst for water—ten whole days, bound tightly with restrainment ropes, not a drop of water, unable to move a finger.

Barbarian Warriors naturally had a robust constitution, able to endure not eating for four or five days; they had previously endured such days for hunting Ice Giant Beasts, at least able to grab a handful of snow to moisten their throats.

But this time, not only were their hands and feet bound, they couldn’t even sip a mouthful of water; now their throats were dry as if smoking, their stomachs empty and filled only with stomach acid burning their membranes.

In just a few seconds, a bucket of water was emptied.

Luo Ya wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse as if sandpapered, his gaze fixed on Gita: “Gita, do you have anything to eat? I need food…”

The look resembled a starving wolf on the brink of collapse.

“The food is ready.” Gita smiled and stepped aside, a half-person-high insulated box placed at his feet.

He lifted the box lid, and the rich aroma of meat instantly wafted out—inside were golden roasted beast meats, still steaming.

The four of them had their eyes lit up instantly, rushing forward like hungry tigers pouncing on prey, grabbing the beast meat and stuffing it into their mouths, eager even to chew and swallow the bones. The scorching meat juice numbed their tongues, yet they didn’t mind, only cared about swallowing mouthfuls, fearing the food would vanish if they were slow by a second.

“Eat slower, nobody’s going to snatch it from you.” Gita laughed helplessly.

But the four of them didn’t have time to pay attention to him, only focusing on burying their heads in the meat.

Once they had consumed all the beast meat from the insulated box and each drank half a bucket of water, they slumped to the ground, clutching their bulging bellies, exhaling deeply—finally feeling a bit alive again.

“Thanks, Gita.” Saqi leaned against the wall, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible grievance, “So many people, yet only you came to see us.”

He held a bitterness inside: he suffered for the freedom and revenge of the tribe, yet not even a word of concern from other tribe members, which was truly disheartening.

Gita hastily explained: “Saqi, it’s not that people don’t care about you. I’m here as arranged by Mu Ya to pick you up—recently the tribe has been busy allocating new houses, everyone’s waiting for arrangements and truly couldn’t leave.”

“Allocating houses?” Wu Hou furrowed his brow in confusion, “Not living in the old wooden houses anymore?”

“Oh, those broken wooden houses previously can hardly be called homes!” Gita waved his hand, full of excitement, “We’re now living in new houses built by the boss, built quickly and ten times more comfortable than those old wooden houses! I even have one allocated, want to take a look?”

Saqi and the others exchanged glances, seeing curiosity in each other’s eyes, and silently nodded.

“Let’s go!” Gita enthusiastically led them toward the new residential area, soon stopping at a stand-alone two-story small building. Opening the door, a bright living room came into view—glistening white floor tiles reflecting light, a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling, even the walls painted snow-white, starkly different from the previously dim, damp wooden houses.

What captivated the four was the black Armor and steel War Axe hanging on the living room wall.

The Armor gleamed with cold metallic sheen, the War Axe’s blade sharp enough to reflect light, clearly not ordinary goods.

“Gita, is this Armor and War Axe…” Luo Ya’s eyes slightly widened, his voice trembling.

“These are specially custom-made for each of us by the boss!” Gita patted the War Axe, speaking with pride, “You know I’m best with axes, so the boss custom-made this steel axe for me—splits stones as easily as snow, can split them in one go! The Armor is also very robust; even our Clan Leader’s ancestral armor isn’t more formidable than mine!”

Each of us a set, custom-made?

Saqi looked at the sophisticated equipment, listening to Gita’s words, feeling an inexplicable pang of bitterness—like something important had been missed by him.

But he quickly shook his head, his gaze becoming resolute: These were the Empire’s tricks to win people’s hearts, he couldn’t be deceived!

“Come, let me show you my new home!”

Without noticing his unease, Gita cheerfully pulled them to the kitchen, “Look at this, it’s for cooking, press for fire!”

He twisted the gas stove switch, instantly igniting a Blue flame, radiating warmth.

“In the tribe before, lighting a fire was such a hassle? Wind blew it out immediately, now it’s much easier!” Gita grinned broadly.

Watching the flickering flame, Saqi and the others’ expressions grew increasingly complex—thinking of those days on the ice field where they’d freeze with numb limbs just to guard a campfire.

“And this!” Gita led them to the bathroom, pointing at the toilet, “This is for taking a dump, press this button afterward…” He pressed the flush button, water swirling to cleanly wash away the waste, “See, so clean and convenient! No more freezing asses in the snow, having to bury with snow!”