CHAPTER 1566: RETURN TO THE SOUTHERN SUBURB FARM (2)

"This is just a temporary setback, I will definitely succeed. If only I were like the characters in those biographical novels—then, I would divide my power into twelve parts, in the form of rings, and distribute them to those who follow me, or are attracted to me, then…”

"Then you’d be taken out as a monster!”

"Rings, really?”

"Why don’t you infuse them with souls!”

"Besides, your name Solin isn’t quite right. You should add some elements that fit your character persona, like prefixes or suffixes.”

The middle-aged shop owner teased.

"Prefixes, suffixes?”

"That’s right!”

"Exactly, just like that!”

"What is your food stall made of?”

Solin’s eyes lit up, and he asked.

"Oak, why?”

The middle-aged food stall owner replied.

"Then how about I call myself Solin Oak? A wandering prince, gathering companions to restore his kingdom, overcoming countless hardships, and finally, when the restoration is complete, falls as a tragic hero before hope…”

Solin completely immersed himself in his own fantasy.

The middle-aged owner looked at Solin’s appearance and couldn’t help but shake his head.

He no longer paid attention to this daydreaming young man.

He just raised his head to look at the sky again.

At this moment, the sky was just getting bright.

Night and day intersected at this moment.

Darkness and light coexisted.

Faint starlight flickered.

Just like in ancient times.

"Sigh.”

Finally, the middle-aged owner sighed and began to prepare food.

He was just a food stall owner.

For him now, it was enough to just make good food.

As for more?

He…

The food stall owner shook his head.

…

"It really tastes good.”

"Especially this salted eel, paired with the ham sandwich, it’s truly delicious.”

Taniel, who had been eating at Anan’s food stall for many days in a row, expressed great enthusiasm as he took the food from Jason.

Clearly, Anan’s food stall had truly hit Taniel’s taste buds.

"The pea soup is not bad either.”

Jason handed over a bowl of soup.

A wooden bowl, not the thick kind used at home, but the thinner type, a kind of tableware that has become popular among mobile food stalls in recent years, along with matching spoons and forks. ɽàƝȫВЕ𝘚

"Mm-hmm, of course.”

"What are we going to do next?”

"Go back to the dorm to catch up on sleep?”

Taniel asked as he ate.

At this time, they had already started down another road, not the one leading back to the police dormitory.

Clearly, Jason had other plans.

"Go to the Southern Suburb Farm.”

After tossing the last sandwich into his mouth, Jason replied.

"Southern Suburb Farm?” .

"With Bondi and Holle there, it should be fine, right?”

"Do those bandits have more tricks up their sleeves?”

Taniel’s expression became tense.

In Lorde, the greatest gain for Taniel was getting to know Jason, Bondi, Holle, Finch, and others.

These people could all be called friends.

Taniel didn’t want anything to happen to any of them.

"Of course not.”

"Those bandits should be all the ones around here.”

"We are there for Tercon’s legacy.”

Jason truly trusted Taniel.

Therefore, he wouldn’t hide some things from Taniel at all.

Such as: Tercon’s legacy.

"Oh, so it’s for Tercon’s legacy, then there’s no…”

"What do you mean nothing wrong!”

"Tercon really has a legacy?”

"And it’s really at the Southern Suburb Farm?”

"Was what I said to Durdle true?”

"Wasn’t it just a made-up lie on the spot?”

Taniel stared, pulling at his hair, looking at his friend in disbelief.

And Jason?

Gave a slight nod.

"There really is, it is there, no lie.”

Jason said calmly.

Previously, when approaching the Southern Suburb Farm, Jason’s [Food Intuition] was telling him there was tasty food nearby.

At first, Jason thought it was from bandits.

But, after carefully distinguishing, he found that ‘food’ was underground,

Far exceeding the farm’s cellar.

In a deeper place.

The kind of ‘food’ that could activate his passive talent of [food intuition] was naturally extraordinary.

And in the entire Lorde, very few could meet this ‘extraordinary’ condition.

Tercon happened to be one of them.

Moreover, Tercon happened to be facing a crucial moment.

The other side would leave an escape route for himself.

Adding all these aspects together, what would be beneath the Southern Suburb farm, the answer was almost foreseeable.

In fact, Jason suspected, the reason Tercon would follow Prince Ruitai’s order to blow up the entire camp was also to secure his fallback.

However, Tercon didn’t expect that the old knight and that knight’s attendant would be so resolute.

A strike of glory.

A strike that burns life.

Tercon never expected the old knight would risk his life for the entire Lorde.

No!

The other side was prepared!

But what they were not prepared for was that people other than the old knight would also do the same.

Eric!

The attendant of the old knight!

A middle-aged man Jason still didn’t know much about even now.

Became the last oversight in Tercon’s plan.

Also the source that thwarted the opponent completely.

"A knight’s attendant is also a knight.”

Jason thought silently in his heart, his steps starting to quicken.

Taniel quickly finished his food and started to speed up too.

By the time the two arrived at the Southern Suburb farm, the sun had completely risen over the horizon.

More officers appeared here.

Except for Archie taking half of the veterans back to Lorde with a small number of newcomers to maintain order.

Most of the newcomers were here at the moment.

They carried weapons and food, forming groups of five under the guidance of a veteran, either to patrol, guard, or handle daily duties like cooking.

Of course, there was also battlefield cleanup.

As Jason and Taniel approached, the sound of vomiting was incessant, that pungent stench of sourness made Taniel roll his eyes uncontrollably.

Clearly, for these young, newly joined officers, such a large number of corpses was incredibly overwhelming.

Completely beyond their imagination.

Even newcomers who had seen blood were extremely unaccustomed at this time.

Looking at those humanoid corpses piled densely like straw, none among the newcomers didn’t frown.

Not to mention having to burn, dig pits and bury them.

"Wear gloves, masks.”

"Spray the potion made by Advisor Taniel on gloves and masks.”

"Everyone must spray thoroughly.”

"Everyone must transport the corpses.”

"Once done, go eat, then patrol.”

Holle’s loud voice was clearly heard from afar.

Bondi sat by the campfire, watching all this with a smile.

Everyone needs to grow.

How do new recruits become veterans?

Surviving a war naturally makes one a veteran.

But, the success rate of that was really too low.

Almost more than half a loss rate.

This is something he, and Lorde, cannot afford to bear.

Therefore, this relatively gentle means in front of him was truly a godsend.

At least, after getting used to the smell of blood and gunpowder, these new recruits could face approaching enemies with eyes open, aiming at them with guns rather than firing blindly into the air.

So, Bondi didn’t stop Holle’s method.

On the contrary, he applauded from the side.

However, upon seeing Jason and Taniel, this sheriff immediately stood up and restrained his smile.

"Is there a situation?”

Bondi swiftly approached, asking in a low voice.

Taniel couldn’t say.

But, Bondi knew his friend Jason well, he would definitely not return here without reason.

There must be something.

"Need to take care of a few things.”

"This place is temporarily left to you.”

"Don’t worry about me.”

Jason said to Taniel and Bondi, then walked alone inside the Southern Suburb farm.

As the largest agricultural and meat supply area near Lorde.

The Southern Suburb farm was vast.

Especially the farmlands, they were vast and boundless.

When Jason walked into them, hidden among the wheat stalks, he quickly disappeared.

Bondi watched Jason’s disappearing silhouette before turning to look at Taniel, pointing at the iron pot on the campfire, he said—

"Want some?”