8 Deceiving the Beauty

"Northern Federation? Noble? !"

Bick's expression was a little dull. Bick was not unfamiliar with the terms 'federation' and 'nobility.'

In his previous life, the country he lived in was the presidential republic. Each state voluntarily joined to become a federal republic.

However, in a political system like the federation, there was no such class as the nobility

However, Bick had some understanding of the nobility that was unique to a constitutional monarchy.

Pierre de Martin, who owned a car repair shop at the end of the street. His grandfather, Martin Jerry, claimed to be a French noble. During the Bourbon dynasty, his family also owned castles and manors. He often told Bick and the others about the aristocracy of Europa.

How could this inexplicable world of doomsday wasteland connect the federal government with the aristocrats.

Thinking about the zombies wandering around the world, it seemed that no matter how strange the government was, there was nothing to be surprised about.

Perhaps, the survivors on the wasteland felt that such a combination was more suitable for them.

Although Bick didn't admit it immediately and asked a strange question back, Kate felt that she had seen through it.

For a moment, her cold expression became a little smug.

She thought to herself, 'these noble children are really full of themselves. They secretly went out to travel alone. Fortunately, they met a kinder person like me. Otherwise, they would have been eaten clean by zombies. It would have been even worse if they had met nuclear mutated humans or mutated beasts. Even if they were other survivors, which one of them would be easy to talk to? However... if I can use him to contact the nobles of the Northern Federation, maybe they can help me find my sister!"

Of course, on the surface, Kate still had a cold face. She shook off the linen robe on her body.

She took out a strange-looking whip from somewhere and put it on the sand beside Bick.

"Tell me, are you a noble of the Northern Federation?"

Looking at the clothes under Kate's robe, Bic's nose almost bled.

A brown bra made of an unknown animal skin was tightly stretched on the her two majestic breasts. It seemed like it could not hold on at any time and was about to break free from the restraint.

The lower body was a khaki-colored tight-fitting overalls that cut off the trouser legs. It barely held the other party's two muscular long legs and a round and elastic buttocks.

The most important thing was that the small leather whip that Kate took out was too regal.

"Gulp!" He swallowed hard. Bick felt that if he were in a different environment, this would be too tempting, right?

Thinking of this, Bick despised himself in his heart. 'what time is it already? Why are you still thinking about these things? Who else would have strange thoughts at this time? However, why do I feel that my pants are a little tight...'

Kate, who had been struggling alone in the wasteland world for three years, was still a little puzzled at first about Bick's reaction.

Was there anything wrong with her body?

The breastplate on her upper body was made of the toughest fur on the heart of the mutated brown bear. It could resist the shooting of kinetic energy weapons from a hundred yards away. Ordinary cold weapons, such as bows, arrows, knives, and spears, were even harder to break through.

What was especially rare was that this fur was warm in winter and cool in summer. It was very breathable.

In a large-scale survivor base, it was a valuable item that had no market. He had taken out the harvest from two years of traveling around the wasteland. The total price was close to 1,000 energy points to exchange for such a small piece. It could only be made into a chest armor.

The overalls on his lower body were also the harvest from a major faction's surprise attack on a large city. These were pants that were produced in front of the station.

Also, could this fellow, who seemed to be a descendant of a noble, not recognize that the whip in his hand was a mix of the purple-blue thorns that grew around the nuclear crater and the skin of the mutated python?

The purple-blue thorns were covered in tiny barbs. In addition to the mutated Python's tiny scales, such a whip was the favorite of the slave-capturing team to teach disobedient slaves a lesson.

However, the doubts quickly disappeared. Kate immediately realized that this fellow was lustful.

After all, before the war, Kate was a Victoria's Secret Model that was popular all over the world. How could she not understand the thoughts of these smelly men.

Thinking of this, she could not help but find it funny.

He was really a noble child who did not know the hardships of the world. At this time, he still had the mood to think about those things?

Could it be that he felt that she did not dare to do anything to him? !

"You'd better cooperate and tell me your background clearly. Otherwise, I don't mind giving you a whip on your handsome face."Kate stepped on the sand dune on the side of Bick's face in an indecent manner, trying to make a vicious threat.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down from Bick's face. He could tell that the beauty in front of him was not joking.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and asked with a stutter, "What do you want to know?"

"Name!" A trace of pride flashed across Kate's eyes, and she continued to ask coldly.

"Bick, Bick William. Twenty-two years old this year. My parents passed away when I was very young. I've been living at my aunt's house, I..." Bick chose to tell the truth about his background, only omitting the fact of transmigration.

No matter what, Bick would never tell anyone about transmigration and the system.

And this kind of narration only made Kate more certain of Bick's noble identity.

That was because she listened carefully to Bick's story and observed his expression. She did not see any signs of lying.

At least there was seventy to eighty percent credibility in these words. Of course, there was still some concealment. It was probably related to his noble identity, right?

From Bick's words, Kate discovered that this guy did not enjoy the cold sanctuary before the war. Therefore, she could confirm that Bick was born after the war.

It had been almost a century since the Apocalypse War began. To be born after the war and still be able to live so comfortably and even receive a systematic education, if that was not being a noble, then what was?

Currently, in Kate's understanding, other than the Northern Federation, there was no other major force that could provide such a stable and prosperous life.

Yes, in Kate's opinion, the life path that Bick spoke of could only be described as prosperous.

Although, before his transmigration, Bick was only an orphan living in the Los Angeles slums. His high school and university were in community schools.

But to be able to eat well, wear warm clothes, and receive an education, in Kate's eyes, was the treatment that only the nobles of major power could receive.

As for the problem of security in the slums that Bick described.

In Kate's eyes, that was already very stable.

The fact that the wasteland world could be free from the harassment of zombies and the invasion of mutated beasts, and that there would occasionally be people who pulled out their guns at each other, was a sign of good security.

Especially from Bick's words, Kate heard the existence of the security department.

Bick found that as he narrated, the violent beauty in front of him became more and more relaxed.

Although he did not understand what was going on, Bick knew that his life seemed to be saved.

As for what she was thinking, it was not something he could control.

After all, what he said was the truth. He only hid the transmigration and the system.