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Chapter 200 Tara's Tattoo Machine
Chapter 200 Tara's Tattoo Machine
After saying that, Gavin patted Eugene on the shoulder and then led everyone into the hall.
Thomas wasn't home; he was leading the agricultural team from the logistics department, clearing land two kilometers away.
Although the land reclamation didn't require him, the head steward, to constantly oversee it, it was only the first day, so he still needed to keep an eye on things.
Moreover, Gavin never confined power to a single person from the beginning.
So, when Thomas wasn't around, old Bert pushed his wheelchair and took over Thomas's job.
He certainly wasn't as gentle and refined as Thomas; instead, he immediately came to the hall and waved to Gavin with a smile.
"Hey Gavin, I'm actually happier in this apocalypse, because every time you come back, it gets this old man's heart racing!"
"Haha, old Bert, it's rare to see you flattering people like this. Thanks for your concern."
Gavin greeted old Bert, then sat on the sofa and pointed to the newcomers not far away.
Following Gavin's direction, old Bert looked over and his gaze fell on the pale-faced Jim.
"Tsk tsk, typical cowboy therapy. This skill is better suited for tying up pigs. I can tell at a glance."
He muttered something to himself, then looked up at the crowd around him, finally fixing his gaze on the cowboy who was treating Jim.
"You were the one who treated him, kid. You've studied medicine, haven't you?"
"Uh, hello, I did have a little bit of veterinary study."
"Haha, it's all the same. From now on, you'll follow me, and I'll teach you a few things."
Old Bert smiled and maneuvered his wheelchair to his side, glancing back at Gavin as he did so.
"Gavin, this kid is mine, just like Manus."
"He has at least learned some veterinary knowledge. If I teach him some more, he can at least reach the level of a community doctor."
"I'm not young anymore, who knows which day I'll fall asleep and never wake up again."
"So, while I still have the energy, I'll try my best to pass on all my skills to the younger generation!"
As soon as he finished speaking, old Bert nodded solemnly to Gavin, who chuckled and muttered a curse under his breath.
"Don't fucking curse yourself, old man. I bet you have at least twenty or thirty more years to live."
"Haha, I hope your blessing comes true."
Old Bert gave Gavin a thumbs up, then turned to the cowboy and asked.
"What's your name, young man?"
"Uh—I am Flynn Griffiths."
"Okay, Flynn, I'll remember that name. Take this injured kid with you and come with me."
Old Bert waved and then led Flynn and the wounded away.
As they left, Gavin casually patted Eugene on the shoulder.
Sensing Gavin's actions, Eugene narrowed his eyes knowingly, put down his rifle, and followed him into the infirmary to chat with old Bert, who was treating Jim.
While keeping an eye on Jim and Flynn, he also kept an eye on them.
After all, old Bert is getting old and his reactions aren't as good as when he was younger; he's the kind of person who needs to be protected.
With Eugene keeping an eye on things, Gavin could feel a little more at ease.
Meanwhile, in the hall, watching Eugene's retreating figure, Edward curled his lip and said to Gavin with amusement.
"He really listens to you, boss. You're really charming."
"Yes, of course you're outstanding, because you listen to me a lot, don't you?"
Gavin sat on the sofa and said to Edward.
Upon hearing this, Edward shrugged and turned to Jennifer, who was standing nervously behind him.
"See that, Jennifer? Now you know what narcissism is, right?"
"Well----"
Jennifer was speechless, so she silently pursed her lips.
Gavin chuckled and then waved to Edward.
"Stop joking around, buddy, take Jennifer to pick out a room."
"Furthermore, although my estate is very large, it has at least 120 bedrooms and dozens or even hundreds of entertainment rooms that can be converted into bedrooms at any time."
"However, the number of people on the manor will increase, so we need to conserve rooms as much as possible. You understand what I mean, Edward?"
"this----?"
Upon hearing Gavin's words, Edward couldn't help but look at Jennifer.
Jennifer was slightly taken aback, then blushed and lowered her head.
Looking at the girl's shy, downcast expression, Edward's Adam's apple bobbed, and then he turned sharply to Gavin and said.
"Boss, you're the boss I respect the most. Of course I understand the camp's difficulties. Although I really like having my own room, but—sigh, let Jennifer stay with me for now, it's all for the camp!"
"Ah, right, right, it's all for the camp."
Gavin smiled and nodded to Edward, who immediately took Jennifer back to his room.
Seeing Edward's hurried appearance and Jennifer's close following, Gavin shook his head with amusement, then asked Aunt Tara.
"Tara, tell me about Oak Valley."
"Okay, Gavin, but Eugene's summary is actually quite clear."
"It was almost empty. At least we didn't encounter any loitering, ambushes, or howlers as we approached and explored the gym."
"As for my former companions, they have vanished without a trace, and we have been unable to determine the approximate direction in which they disappeared."
"But like you said, at least they didn't die in Oak Valley. Although I hate those bastards, I have to admit that seeing them alive actually makes me feel a little relieved."
Just as Tara finished speaking, Winnie arrived near the lobby with a drink.
As she walked toward the hall, Gavin and Tara were still talking, so Winnie remained silent.
After Tara finished speaking, Winnie placed the tray on the table and asked Gavin with a smile.
"Boss, why has everyone left? I prepared eight cups of coffee. It's been a bit cold these past few days, so a hot drink will make you feel much better, boss~"
Winnie, with her small, curved eyebrows, shyly approached Gavin and handed him the coffee.
As Gavin took the coffee, Winnie casually scratched the back of his hand, prompting Gavin to glance at the girl.
After Tara got her drink, Winnie simply sat down on Gavin's sofa, curling up her legs and leaning against Gavin.
While feeling Gavin's arm muscles against her cheek, Winnie hugged her calves and curled her little toes, which were covered by white socks.
Gavin gently patted Winnie's head and smiled.
"What, has Hela's class ended?"
"Of course, I can't study 24 hours a day, and besides, I might not be cut out for studying."
Winnie pouted and complained to Gavin.
"I haven't remembered much of what Hela taught me after studying for a few days, but I've memorized all the gun knowledge that Eugene taught me, and I'm actually pretty accurate at shooting!"
"Is that so?"
Upon hearing this, Gavin tugged at Winnie's ear and whispered something.
"After I finish talking with Tara, let's go to the shooting range for a bit."
"Um!"
Winnie nodded excitedly, then shoved herself even closer into Gavin's arms and rubbed her head against his clothes.
Gavin then turned to Tara and continued.
"Tara, are you sure the situation in Oak Valley Town is suitable for a full-scale exploration?"
"I'm sure, boss. At least until the zombies make another big move in the area, Oak Valley is much safer than other towns. We can try to hollow it out!"
As Tara answered, she thought about the structure of Oak Valley before continuing.
"Although it's just a small town, I didn't just randomly choose a small town to settle down and open a gym."
"Although Oak Valley is a small town with only over 300 households and a relatively small area, it is adjacent to two lakes and a nature reserve, and has many tourist attractions, making it a veritable tourist town."
"Although this town is small, it has a very good structure. It not only has a relatively well-equipped community hospital, but also several convenience stores, bars, restaurants and hotels."
"Besides that, Oak Valley also has a gun shop and a tattoo parlor, haha, I can pick up my tattooing skills again~"
At this point, Tara couldn't help but stretch out her calf, revealing the Statue of Liberty tattoo on it.
"Before the apocalypse, I didn't dare to get tattoos much in order to better show off my physique and challenge myself with the Olympia, but now nobody's watching me anymore."
"I'm pretty good at tattooing, haha, and it's also my hobby. It helps me relieve the stress brought on by the apocalypse."
"So, boss, if I bring back tattoo equipment or something when we explore Oak Valley, you won't scold me for bringing back unnecessary stuff, will you?"
"Ha, of course not!"
Upon hearing this, Gavin immediately shook his head and spoke to Tara.
"Although we are facing the apocalypse, our lives should not become the apocalypse. As for things like tattoos that are related to personal hobbies, as long as your exploration mission for the day does not include any of the mandatory items I have specified, I will only be happy that you have supplemented the camp's entertainment facilities."
Gavin spoke while taking a sip of his coffee.
He doesn't discriminate against things like tattoos.
The apocalypse is here, why bother with tattoo discrimination? As long as the guys in the camp don't spend all day stealing and doing all sorts of bad things near their own people, that's enough.
Gavin would be happy if his passion for tattoos took over most of the post-apocalyptic people's private lives.
However, even so, there are still things to be aware of, so Gavin put down his coffee cup and continued speaking to Tara.
"Tara, I don't mind your tattoos, but you have to be careful not to get any infections during the tattooing process."
"And painkillers, damn it! If anyone dares to waste my painkillers during the tattooing process, they better not let me know!"
"Haha, of course not!"
Upon hearing Gavin's words, Tara immediately burst into laughter, slapping her thick thighs as she spoke.
"I'm not fucking tattooing a spineless coward who can't even handle anesthesia. If someone can't even stand the pain, they don't deserve my skills!"
"Ha, Tara, your skills are really good! I've always wanted to get a few tattoos on myself!"
Madison suddenly poked his head out from the second-floor guard post and called out to Tara with interest.
Upon hearing this, Tara immediately stretched out her leg again and laughed.
"Madison, look at my legs, I fucking got those tattooed myself, what do you think?"
"It's alright, but at least it doesn't look bad. I trust your skills now, ma'am!"
Madison responded with a sound of agreement, then pointed to his left shoulder.
"Sister Tara, you can already prepare the tattoo design for me. I want to get Boss tattooed on my left shoulder. He's the person I respect most, forever!"
"Fuck Madison, my face isn't something you can use to flatter me!"
Gavin immediately gave Madison the middle finger, and Madison returned the favor by giving Gavin the middle finger and laughing.
"Boss, you can't just keep your face for yourself, okay? I bet your face will be the most popular design when Tara's tattoo shop opens, so you can't be stingy!"
"Mazefakl————"
Hearing Madison's response, Gavin shook his head with amusement, then pulled Winnie to her feet.
"Let's go, Winnie, I'm not fucking messing around with these two bootlicking bastards."
"Let's go to the shooting range, let me see your improvement!"
"Okay, boss~"
Winnie immediately stuffed her little white-socked feet into her shoes and skipped along with Gavin toward the shooting range.
As they walked, Winnie naturally grabbed Gavin's large hand, shook it, and whispered something.
"Boss, can I get your face tattooed on my body too? If possible, I'd like it on my chest—"
"Get lost! Absolutely not!" Gavin immediately cursed.
Upon hearing this, Winnie's eyes flashed with a hint of slyness and a blush appeared. She asked softly, her face flushed.
"Why, boss? Don't you want to see your own face during that time?"
While blushing and talking about this and that, Winnie let go of Gavin and made circles and crosses with her hands.
Seeing Winnie dare to flirt with him, Gavin remained silent for a moment before quietly raising his left hand.
Snapped!
"what!"
With a crisp crack, Winnie clutched her head, on the verge of tears, and followed Gavin unhappily.
As they passed by the first-floor ward, Abel, who had heard Gavin speaking from afar, left Arturo's bedside and stood cautiously at the ward door, looking at Gavin.
When Gavin passed by him and looked at him, Abel quickly bowed to Gavin.
"Boss!"
"Um."
Hearing the solemn greeting, Gavin nodded, then looked into the ward and grinned at Arturo on the bed.
"Arturo, how's the recovery going?"
"Boss!"
Arturo instinctively sat up and nervously responded to Gavin.
"I'm recovering quite well. I promise I'll be able to get back to work in the fields in a week at most!"
Arturo instinctively introduced himself to Gavin, especially emphasizing that he would be able to get to work very quickly.
He had been a wounded soldier in the camp for several days, and the days of being waited on hand and foot were making him uneasy.
Lately, whenever he dreams, he can't help but have nightmares about being abandoned by the camp because he's useless.
This matter has almost become a source of anxiety for him; he doesn't want to be the one left behind!
Outside the door, seeing that Arturo's voice was still quite strong, Gavin nodded in satisfaction.
"That's good, Arturo. The camp is short-handed right now, so you really need to get back up quickly. But whatever you do, don't get infected. Just stay in bed. I'm going to the shooting range for a bit."
"Yes, boss! As you command, boss!"
Arturo responded hastily, then watched Gavin walk away.
Once Gavin was completely out of sight, the bald man Abel let out a long sigh, then returned to Arturo's bedside, sat down, and took a deep breath.
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