Chapter 31 Chapter 31: Babel Cafeteria
Chapter 31: Babel Cafeteria
"I'm very sorry for the great trouble Dr. Warfarin caused you, but please believe me, she wasn't originally like this. I don't know why..."
Although there was a minor incident earlier, Vyznyta still dutifully led them to the rest area in the end. He was quite embarrassed at the moment, unsure how to explain Warfarin's behavior.
The reputation of the Vampire Sarkaz was already the most notorious among all Sarkaz, bar none, and now she had done something like this.
"It's fine."
Kevin shook his head, unconcerned, and began observing the surroundings.
What was called a rest area was actually a cluster of not-too-tall dormitory buildings, generally provided for official Babel operators who had no family.
"Because living space has been relatively tight recently, we've arranged two group dormitories for you all. You might have to squeeze in a bit, which is unfortunate, but rest assured, each group dormitory is configured according to a three-person standard."
After explaining, Vyznyta left. As a member who often dealt with outsiders, he roughly knew the temperament of mercenaries, so he didn't say anything about assigning them separate rooms or such.
"Then we won't disturb you two."
Hedley was quite tactful, pulling his other two teammates to one group dormitory. After all, even though this was Babel, it might not be entirely trustworthy. Operating in small teams was also beneficial for dealing with unexpected situations.
Creak—
Pushing open the door, a room with a somewhat simple atmosphere came into view, with a small bathroom attached next to it.
Three beds, two wooden chairs, one table—these were all the furniture in the room. Beams of sunlight streamed through the window, falling on the floor, giving a feeling of peaceful tranquility.
Although the items were a bit worn, they were all tidied up very cleanly; no dust could be seen on the floor or the chairs and table.
Inhale—
Pozëmka closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Only now did she finally smell that warm, cozy scent again.
Whether it was earlier with the guerrilla force or on the way to Kazdel, it had actually been a state of constant displacement and wandering. To be honest, she really didn't like that feeling; it was just that during those days, Kevin was there, so it wasn't very noticeable.
She liked stable, peaceful life. Although Kazdel's war-torn environment could hardly be called "peaceful," she and Kevin had finally "stopped."
"Kevin, how long are we going to stay here?"
Pozëmka asked softly while carefully placing the typewriter on the table.
This was a gift Kevin gave her; she had to cherish it properly!
"How long... depends on the situation. But I have some matters I need to verify; we might stay for a while."
Kevin pondered slightly before speaking slowly.
"Mhm, okay."
The two didn't speak further.
Tap—tap—tap—
The typewriter's keys jumped, emitting crisp and pleasant sounds. Occasionally, Pozëmka would also pause to think about how to continue writing the next part of the story.
The sound of turning pages seemed to harmonize with the sound of the typewriter, together composing a quiet and beautiful hymn.
Kevin leaned against the bed board; some books had appeared beside his hand at some unknown time.
Using data reading methods to acquire knowledge was undoubtedly faster and more perfect, but Kevin didn't want to do that. Just as he was doing now, he was using humanity's most "primitive" and most "authentic" way to experience all this.
Philosophical Meditations, A Treatise of Human Nature, The Myth of Sisyphus...
Just looking at the titles, one might think these were unrelated things, but in Kevin's eyes alone, they were not so.
From noon until evening, both were fully immersed in their own affairs. Although there was no conversation, it was precisely this quiet and beautiful atmosphere that was most precious.
"Mmm—"
Fiammetta stretched lazily; her delicate and alluring curves were displayed vividly in the sunlight. Though still slightly youthful, she was already a grown girl.
Extending her fair hand to take the last completed manuscript page, she finally had time to see what Kevin was doing.
She gently lifted her head, somewhat curiously watching the books beside Kevin's hand. But seeing Kevin reading so intently, she couldn't bring herself to disturb him.
"If you're interested, you can try reading them."
As if sensing her gaze, Kevin silently put down A Treatise of Human Nature, which he was halfway through reading.
"Mhm, then—this one."
Pozëmka smiled charmingly and picked out The Myth of Sisyphus from the pile of books. Compared to those titles that looked cumbersome and heavy just by their names, this one obviously seemed more suitable for short-term reading just from its title.
Perhaps out of habit, when Kevin translated it, he used Siberian language, which also meant she had no reading barrier.
"Such a profound book... but..."
She frowned, but she at least had some literary foundation and could roughly understand what the author wrote:
"So-called... absurd hero?"
Gurgle~~
A cute sound came from her stomach. Pozëmka's face instantly flushed with embarrassment; her tail wagged awkwardly on the bed.
"Sorry, I didn't notice the time."
Kevin closed the book. For him, eating itself held no meaning, but it did for Pozëmka.
"Ah? No no... no need to apologize~"
"Then let's go."
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Babel Cafeteria. It was currently dinner time; the place was bustling with people. Many researchers and operators were queuing in long lines at various windows. The entire cafeteria had nearly a thousand people.
Chatter, the scraping sounds of pots and ladles—all these sounds reached their ears. It looked incredibly lively!
Some acquainted operators gathered at tables; researchers and doctors clearly didn't mind this lively environment either. The wartime period was already oppressive; if even this little right were taken away, then Babel's administrators would be too unreasonable.
"So lively."
"Mhm."
Pozëmka and Kevin held their trays, mingling in the crowd, looking around for seats.
On the trays: two steaming large potatoes, a slice of bread, two unknown red fruits, and a bowl of meat soup made from Tumorbeast bones and vegetables, with oil droplets and a few pieces of meaty bones floating on top.
This was the standard meal for official Babel operators. Although the food on the trays wasn't particularly abundant, at least filling one's stomach wasn't a problem.
"Let's go over there."
Kevin's sky-clear eyes quickly locked onto a direction—or rather, a "person."
Pozëmka naturally had no objections and followed Kevin as he walked towards that spot.
Pulling down her hood, the Doctor ate quickly, planning to finish this meal quickly and return to work.
If Theresa and Kal'tsit hadn't forbidden the Doctor from eating instant food these past few days, she wouldn't have had time to come here either.
Suddenly, the Doctor's movements paused. She looked up; two trays had been placed opposite her.
kevin is literally sisyphus fr
what the fuck female doctor?