A bonfire made of broken wood mixed with some scraps was burning brightly.

The broken sparks were blown by the wind and disappeared into the mist.

The faces of the adventurers in front of the red spider temporary camp were red, as if they were burned by fire or excited.

In the distance, some caravan engineers were lazily leaning on the sides of the car, sipping from small cans of beer in their hands.

Although the entire city was in chaos due to the homeless riots during the day, the disturbance could not be transmitted to the Tianyuan territory through this distance for the time being.

Maybe it's because of the foundation's platform, or maybe it's the huge threat of the Red Spider Caravan.

The people at Qinggang Shelter were very low-key, and they didn't even send a single person to send a message.

As the free fragrance floats in the air.

Not long after, the kitchen in the camp brought out several plates of hard food, which immediately lit up the somewhat lonely night atmosphere.

Burning sheep's head.

Grilled lamb.

Braised wild vegetables.

The heavy pot was placed on the fire, and the aroma began to grow stronger and stronger as the flames erupted.

Luke, who had taken off his power armor, rushed to the front of the crowd with a cane.

Not caring about burning his mouth, he reached out and pulled out a fragrant mutton skewer from the pot, then picked up a crispy flatbread from under the fire and rolled it in.

Take one bite.

hiss.

Luke took a breath, not because he was burned by the temperature, but because of the smell...

"Is it my imagination? Why does it smell better than a few days ago?"

The haunting smell seemed to be amplified at this moment.

If it was only a quarter before, it is now at least one-third.

This rate of progress is simply incredible.

"Is it so fragrant? I'll try it too."

Joseph, the vice-captain of the caravan, also came up. He first smelled the smell that filled the air, and then looked at the bubbling broth in the pot.

Pick up a rough iron spoon and gently scoop out some.

The hot soup enters the mouth, as if eating a piece of honey that is unforgettable for a long time.

With the feeling of happiness coming from the taste buds, the liquid with a little warmth flows into the throat and enters the abdomen.

call.

There are only two words to describe this feeling.

satisfy!

The food here is simply a gift from God. It only took a dozen days to conquer everyone in the caravan.

Even those who are picky will fall in love with this magical taste.

"Eat, eat, dinner is ready!"

Mousse Cake, who came to "level up", took out two baskets of baked flatbreads from the kitchen, with a big smile on his face.

For reservists, the battlefield is the best place for them to level up. As long as they can achieve excellent performance in battle, they will immediately receive a steady stream of experience points.

For apprentice chefs, the experience of spreading delicious food to more people and gaining praise, especially among the aborigines, is simply terrifying.

That old boy Ma Haoge has recently raised his level to Lv3.56% by relying on ramen.

If someone hadn't discovered it, he might have taken advantage of the last few days to reach level four.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

Joseph roared, and the engineers not far away who were pretending to be sad seemed to change their faces and put down the wine bottles in their hands at the speed of light.

Warm broth, mutton kebabs made with specially blended protein.

Around the fire, many people hummed with satisfaction. Luke also sat on the ground, drinking a small drink and humming a ditty from his hometown.

"I was still young when I set off on the journey, and my memories of the lake are among the ruins."

"If I can still remember those adventure stories."

"Smoke fills the air, accompanied by the sound of drums, lifting the veil of a new world..."

"When we reach the distance, we become stronger..."

"When we reach the distance..."

The meaningless humming was like boiling broth in a pot. However, in this desolate night fog, there was an unexpected ups and downs rhythm.

"Friends, we have obtained enough materials and can start the return journey in three days."

Sitting at the front of the Red Spider chariot, Sean raised the wine glass in his hand, shook it, and downed it in one gulp.

This is extremely rare.

Normally, before the caravan returned to the foundation for repairs, he would never let alcohol paralyze him during the journey.

But things are different now. The world is changing so fast that Sean already feels abandoned.

Although he had expected such an ending from the moment he established the caravan, it did not mean that he could accept any sudden changes calmly.

If they could live on, or even live a more prosperous life, no one would be willing to die calmly.

"In three days? That should be a good time. I wish you good luck."

Picking up the small can of beer in his hand and taking a sip, Sumo looked towards the direction of Qinggang City.

The dense fog makes it difficult to see the specific appearance of the city.

But the fire that has been raging into the sky has been burning from the afternoon until now, and it still has no intention of stopping.

Perhaps Sunny Harbor Sanctuary will use this fire to clean up mutant plants?

"You are a special manager. At least you are completely different from those I have met before."

"Oh? What's so special about it?"

Sumo turned his head in surprise, but received a big eye roll from Sean.

"Aren't you special?? Although I have seen many situations where the managers of shelters are combatants, I have never seen anyone personally leading soldiers into the front line, risking huge risks, and leaving the country without hesitation.

You are in a dangerous situation, my God, aren't you afraid that a cannonball will fall from the front and blow you up?"

"You don't understand, this is the meaning of becoming a manager."

For a territorial lord and a manager of a refuge.

What could be more relaxing than watching your soldiers step onto the battlefield and come back intact?

This is not a game, there is no resurrection after death.

The casualty of even one soldier is an unacceptable reality for the fragile territory at this stage.

"you..."

Sean opened his mouth and seemed to understand a little, but then seemed to understand even more.

He looked at the caravan members singing and dancing beside the fire, and suddenly sighed softly.

"Will you treat your residents, your people, as friends and relatives?"

"why not?"

Sumo shook his head and couldn't help asking: "Everything here is my wealth, but it's not just the supplies, nor the concrete buildings that can't be taken away."

"Every resident is my greatest wealth."

"Resident...wealth?"

Sean was slightly stunned, not expecting Su Mo to answer like this.

"Strange, really strange."

There are not one million gathering places on Blue Star, there must be hundreds of thousands.

Some are large and some are small, some gather tens or millions of people, and some only have a dozen or so people.

While traveling across the continent with his caravan, Sean met too many managers.

There are combat-type managers who are as violent as hunting tigers and kill decisively.

There are managers who love the people like their own children, strictly enforce rest regulations, and never exploit residents’ labor force.

There are rulers who are like tyrants, and there are managers who don't care about anything, not even the life or death of the gathering place.

From them, Sean saw too many differences in human nature.

But with the man in front of him, he found a new feeling.
To be continued...