Chapter 30: Each One’s Troubles
The cold froze a hard crust over the snow, turned trees into icicles, made dry firewood hard to find, and deepened the frozen soil. Such working conditions were undoubtedly extremely harsh, to the point that even with everyone from the Gale Team working together, it would take almost an entire day to set up the camp.
“Time to change clothes!” Hagen and Tony called out regularly. Hearing the signal, the team members went into the large tent in groups to change.
Nio had already instructed them in detail that, working in such cold weather, they needed to change into dry clothes frequently. Sometimes people didn’t realize it, but the ice and snow on their clothes and sweat inside had already severely reduced their clothing’s insulating ability. By the time they felt cold, it was often already too late.
Just as hydration is needed in hot weather, it’s equally important in cold weather—especially when doing physical labor. After changing clothes, everyone drank a large cup of boiled water that had been cooled slightly so it wasn’t scalding.
“I need to pee again! Haha! I’ll hold it and use it later!” one team member said proudly.
“You idiot!” someone else teased him.
Nio said that nothing warm should be wasted. The leather bags worn by humans and beasts could be filled with urine to serve as hot water bags. This method showed the team members Nio’s frugal side. These hot water bags were mainly used when it was inconvenient to start a fire, such as while on the move. Everyone had gotten used to using them over the past two days and didn’t want to run back to the tent repeatedly, so they continued to use them. There was even a drinking competition—those who could drink and pee the most were considered honorable.
“Be careful with your kidneys!” Hagen said jokingly as he hung the people’s removed clothes on the drying rack.
“Do we need strong kidneys? We don’t need them right now.”
“Even if you had a girl, would you dare use her? Want to turn into a frozen cucumber?”…
Laughter and chatter helped ease fatigue. With thick scarves around them, they took the opportunity to chat freely.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Nio swung his axe to cut wood with great rhythm, each swing smooth and fluid. From the side, one could clearly see his muscles moving—his masculine beauty was truly pleasing to the eye.
Nio was different from the others. He had been chopping wood for two hours straight, almost without stopping, aside from drinking plenty of water. He was completely naked, with ice crystals constantly forming on his skin and cracking and falling off as he moved. Even an ordinary person would find it difficult to do this.
Early in the morning, Nio and Nancy discussed and finalized their career plans and training steps. The plan was then put into action. Now, with Nancy’s guidance and the help of the Ice Spirit, Nio was removing waste from his body while greatly enhancing his skin’s “breathing capacity.”
“Your life-energy absorption skill—what I would call ‘energy absorption’ is more accurate. Moreover, as the core strength turns dark and its effects spread in every aspect, the characteristics of absorption become increasingly pronounced. While it’s good that the skill is powerful and formidable, it inevitably brings some side effects, such as an addiction to absorption, a symptom that becomes more severe as the skill’s power grows and it’s used more frequently. If you want to preserve yourself, you must constantly fight against it; otherwise, you’ll slide from darkness into evil. Additionally, some of the absorbed energies are like radioactive waste, such as evil forces—such energies stored in your body pose a constant threat. To eliminate them, simply releasing them would go against our principle of ‘making full use of everything and fully digesting it.’ Under my guidance, properly expelling such energies through effective exercise processes actually helps strengthen the body’s resistance.”
Nancy’s words were perfectly suited to Neo’s current intense training regimen, with ‘training everywhere’ being a long-term goal Neo aimed to achieve.
In addition to physical training, mental training also continued. Nancy praised Neo for consistently maintaining a state of light meditation and envisioned a future where this practice would become the foundation of all thinking, enabling Neo to focus more easily, remain calm and composed, and think rationally and objectively.
“But that alone isn’t enough. As our plans show, for a long time to come, your mental strength will be under strain, and we need to improve this situation as much as possible.”
At Nancy’s suggestion, Neo developed a second form of light meditation. Although it seems somewhat resource-intensive now, it holds great significance in the future. This form of light meditation has a different focus—it aims to become a secondary state between light and deep meditation, serving as an ongoing system for restoring mental strength. Due to racial limitations, Neo’s mental strength capacity is relatively low, a disadvantage that cannot be overcome through sheer diligence. Nancy suggested ‘eating small meals frequently and continuously replenishing energy.’ This was the concept behind the secondary meditation.
Since Nancy took on the task of developing techniques, Neo could now focus on learning. Thus, although his third and fourth mental states still involved learning combat and technical skills, the content became more targeted, gradually shifting toward pure technical mastery.
In terms of training, Nancy envisioned a bright future where Neo could conduct simulated battles in his mental world. Using the data gathered from Neo, Nancy could create imaginary opponents to test and refine his skills and gain experience in using techniques. By then, Neo’s training focus would change further, with coordination between mind and body becoming the top priority. With this in mind, Neo had already begun working on it—though the burden wasn’t heavy, persistence would eventually lead to success.
That day, it wasn’t just Neo and the Wind Team who were busy.
The Migration Team was also working hard, with everyone engaged in intense activity.
With the “Miracle” incident and Di’s rising popularity, the Migration Team became increasingly united from top to bottom, to the point where it could be described as truly cohesive, enabling orders to be executed swiftly and effectively. To cope with the extreme cold, the team added more changing carts and fire pits. Those skilled in weaving made snowshoes from branches, while tailors, leatherworkers, and shoemakers, under leadership, produced warm garments such as hooded cloaks and fur-lined covers that could be used not only by humans but also by large animals. Blacksmiths forged wire and, combined with plant fibers like bark, created ropes. As the number of vehicles increased and the carrying capacity decreased, it became necessary for the people to act as porters, resulting in a high demand for ropes.
Di had always been curious about how wire and steel wire were made. During a patrol, he saw Macken and Woodrow first create an “iron paste.” When it was half-melted and half-solid, wire drawing could begin. At this stage, the iron paste had a toughness similar to glue. The wire was drawn using tongs, and to ensure consistency in diameter, the red-hot wire was passed through a small hole. Before it cooled and hardened, the wire was coiled. Such coils, if used for chainmail, would only be of poor or ordinary quality, but they were perfectly suitable as the core material for ropes.
Not long after returning to the Migration Team, Valentina reorganized the guard unit, selecting them as part of the first group to head to the camp being built by the Gale Team. This time, the guards not only had to bring supplies for setting up tents but also prepare for potential battles and leave signs along the route indicating the Migration Team’s passage. The tasks were numerous and demanding, presenting a real challenge for the guards. Valentina put a lot of effort into planning and deployment. Ebute and Rijef were involved, and Di also provided strong support by mobilizing everyone, creating a grand scale for the effort.
“Instructor…” Gladiath’s voice rang out, sweet and soft, with a hint of coquetry, extremely alluring.
Zhanza took a secret shiver—“Whore!” he cursed inwardly, though his face showed a sincere smile. “Miss Lais, there’s an important military operation going on today, and it’s not convenient for me to serve as your guard knight. I’m truly sorry!”
“It’s okay. I’ve already gotten the lord’s permission. I won’t cause you any trouble,” Gladiath said with a radiant smile, inwardly seething: “Hypocrite! I refuse to believe I can’t make you kneel at my feet!”
The night before last, Gladiath tried to seduce Zhanza for the first time but was met with resistance. At that time, Zhanza was focused on monitoring the sick and injured camp to gather evidence of Di’s group using false pretenses to steal from them. Though he longed for Gladiath, he pretended to be a gentleman.
Unaware of this, Gladiath grew furious. “First that Nio, now this Zhanza. Are you all impotent or what? I just won’t believe it!”
The next day, that is, yesterday, Di’s side achieved a complete victory, and the Holy Sect collapsed. As Nio had planned, Di performed beyond his usual level, demonstrating the lord’s “generosity and kindness” in a near-perfect manner. This proved even more effective, generating a strong reaction. Members of the Holy Sect were overjoyed, while the flesh-eaters cheered for the kind Lord Di. Thus, the incident was resolved satisfactorily.
Although Zhanza took root and was retained alongside Norlund, he was deeply disappointed inside. Under such circumstances, Gladith seduced him once again, and Zhanza thought of indulging himself. Both of them were interested, and it seemed as if things were about to work out when, while being intimate with Gladith, Zhanza detected a “impure aura” on her. Most people didn’t realize that darkness, just like holy light, valued purity and did not tolerate impurities. Or rather, it was inclusive but had the tendency to force changes—just as with the Holy Flame, Holy Light, Holy Water, and Holy Land. For this reason, Zhanza, who had an artistic flair and leaned more toward believing in darkness itself rather than evil, had habits similar to those of a person with obsessive cleanliness. Gladith, on the other hand, had always relied on “sucking essence” to enhance her strength and was quite open-minded regarding sexual desires; she had even gone out to have affairs under false names more than once. Thus, Zhanza was disgusted by Gladith’s smell, which was akin to urban sewage, and immediately made an excuse to leave. Just as they were about to undress to proceed, the man ran away, dealing another severe blow to Gladith, who was quite confident in her beauty and figure. Today, she came back again without even making an excuse… Evil begets its own adversaries—Zhanza encountered alluring troubles, while Fad encountered a formidable opponent. At the sealing site of the Divine Seed Weak Water, he and his subordinates, the Dark Swordsman Vladimir and the Eternal Night Warrior Gorton, fought fiercely against three knights. If Nieo and the others were here, they would recognize that the knights fighting against Fad and his group were the same Air Knights they had met in the Giant Bitter Thorn Forest earlier. The soaring wing emblem on their cloaks told those who knew something about Frey that they belonged to the Free Wings, the most powerful and active violent organization in the Frey Alliance. This time, the three Air Knights were aided by over a dozen Air Guards, who also rode Carban Falcon knights and were no easy opponents—each one being a level 5 professional. They fought fiercely against Fad’s men. “The Divine Seed is mine!” Fad roared as he thrust his Dark Rune Spear again, sending out a sharp conical beam of black light. The lead Air Knight’s body shone with a sapphire-like glow as he swung his long sword fiercely. Amidst a surge of power like that of deep-sea storms, a huge half-moon-shaped beam of blue light charged forward to clash with Fad’s attack. With a sharp screeching sound, Fad’s black beam was split in two, yet the half-moon beam remained incredibly powerful as it swept toward Fad. The Air Knight followed closely behind, rushing within less than 3 meters of Fad. At the same time, it seemed Fad had been prepared. With a vicious grin, he thrust his short and thick knight’s spear diagonally into the ground. As soon as the Air Knight entered the 3-meter range, a series of thick, black, and tough rock spears suddenly emerged from beneath the ice—Earth Rock Spears. Now, Fad could fire up to seven such spears at once, with the thickest one having a base so large that no single arm could encircle it. The Air Knight remained calm in the face of danger. His charging body suddenly performed a graceful backward roll, like the curling wave crest of the sea, followed by a series of somersaults that allowed him to dodge all the rock spears, though he was still forced back more than ten meters away.
“Light of Wings!” Not far away, an air guard shouted loudly. Behind him, wings of light appeared instantly and unfurled in the air, instantly enveloping the air guard’s armor in a blazing golden-white light. The Frey Alliance was the wealthiest of the three factions, as evident from the armor of its warriors. This air guard’s armor was a sky-blue color, adorned with magnificent gold trim, and under this radiant light, it appeared even more splendid. As he swung his claw at the demonized foe’s chest plate, smoke billowed from the claw while the armor remained unscathed.
“Die!” The air guard wielded a semi-transparent light-iron sword that was already dazzlingly bright, now appearing even more radiant. With one swing, he split the demonized foe in two.
Thud! As the demonized foe’s body collapsed to the ground, demons took the opportunity to attack from behind. Their blood-red swords, emitting threads of light and surrounded by black smoke, pierced through the air guard’s armor. He flipped and twisted repeatedly—remarkably agile despite wearing black full-body armor with shiny silver trim.
In a corner close to the Weak Water Seal, the necromancer Eirith was hurrying to cast his spell. When he successfully finished the last syllables of the incantation and saw fragments of light gathering in front of him, a rare smile appeared on his gaunt face.
“Datha, I have rescued you from the abyss of pain. From now on, you will be my loyal guard…” Using the power of the Weak Water, Eirith successfully summoned the soul of Datha, the demonized man who had died in the Nanxiangye Forest. Having always had ambitious plans, he wasn’t going to just serve as a pawn for Fad…
Meanwhile, in Watzburg, Sarug stared darkly at the human messenger. To be honest, just seeing humans made his head hurt, and he had already crushed five humans that morning. Yet this human still seemed useful. After much effort, Sarug managed to hold back from attacking.
“Are you saying I shouldn’t send anyone to retrieve the warriors’ bodies?” Sarug asked with a grim expression. The Red Ghost Centurions around him also looked grim, especially those who had been left almost bareheaded after last night’s battle.
“By no means,” the human messenger said, wearing a professional smile—surely enough to deal with both humans and beasts. “What I mean is that the warriors’ bodies can be retrieved later, and there’s no need to send out patrols either. In this way, not only can you get the warriors’ bodies back, but you might also discover the whereabouts of the Mathuya refugees.”
“Why is that?” Sarug didn’t understand.
“Damn, no wonder you’re only good for surviving in the wilderness. What kind of intelligence is that?” the human messenger muttered under his breath, still smiling, before patiently explaining concepts like feigning weakness, seizing opportunities, and playing the long game. After much effort, he finally managed to explain it to Sarug and the centurions.
“Well, so that’s how it is! Sly humans!” Sarug finally realized that last night, he and his army might have also fallen victim to similar devious tactics, which led to heavy losses. To be honest, both the extreme cold and the avalanche left a deep impression on him. He remembered what his father had said: Never try to keep humans as pets; that’s not something a Cordim should do. Remember, the best humans are those who are dead!
“Father, you’re right. But I’d add that the best way to deal with sly humans is to use other sly humans.”
Sarug agreed to try the human envoy’s method. For now, he had enough food to get through the winter. What he couldn’t swallow was the humiliation of losing face repeatedly to a human lord—he must regain it. Moreover, the human envoy had said that if they could capture the people of Mathuya, they could sell them for a good price, and he could also gain some craftsmen—shoemakers, tailors, blacksmiths—three professions that interested Sarug greatly.
When night fell, Sarug sent out scouts. As the human envoy had predicted, the scouts found traces of a fleeing group of nearly a thousand people and located their camp in a valley forest, not deep in the jungle but well-hidden.
“Anything else? What else did you see?” Sarug asked, intrigued.
“They use ground furnaces, very concealed. The light from their tents betrayed them. There were many people around, and they had just eaten; the smell of food was tempting. They had few proper warriors, mostly stationed at the entrance of the valley. They were too confident in the cliffs over ten meters high surrounding the valley.”
“Hahaha!” Sarug laughed excitedly. Ten meters high—if it were a human, falling would likely break bones, but for feline Cordims, it was no problem. Sarug already imagined his warriors leaping from all sides of the valley into the camp and slaughtering them mercilessly.
Another scout added, “Those damned humans also stole the bodies of many of our warriors. The stew they eat is made from those warriors’ flesh—it really smells delicious! And somewhat special.” He even swallowed hard.
Even the human envoy thought it was the smell of stew with spices. He cursed inwardly, “A bunch of peasants who’ve never tasted fine food!”
Sarug sneered, “It doesn’t matter. Tonight we’ll slaughter them mercilessly, then take back everything they’ve eaten from them!”
Originally, Sarug wanted to lead a large army, but two things made him change his mind. First, the “goods” traded with the human envoy had arrived, and Sarug knew what was important. He left half of his men and beasts to guard them. Second, the meat slaves couldn’t produce enough warm clothing quickly. For these reasons, only over 500 men and beasts would participate in this operation, with 9 centurions.
“Will midnight be too cold?” asked one of the centurions who had fought last night, looking shaken.
Sarug wasn’t entirely sure either, and finally said, “Then let’s set off earlier.” So the Red Demons set out around 8 p.m., which meant they would arrive at their destination around 10 p.m. or so. “It doesn’t seem cold anymore?” some of the Red Demons wondered during the journey. “It was the same for us last night. By the time you feel cold, it’s already too late!” some of the survivors from last night warned earnestly. “What does it matter if it’s a bit warmer? Will it kill you?” the Red Demon centurion snapped impatiently, and no one else discussed the topic. In fact, tonight was indeed different from last night—the battle to seize treasures in the Land of Sealed Waters had ended. Although the victors had irresponsibly failed to neutralize the rift, without the support of the Seeds of Divine Power, it could naturally be neutralized on its own—it was just a matter of time. The Red Demons arrived smoothly at the sparse woodland on the east side of the valley. Out of habit, the only thousandnaire leading this operation sent out scouts again, and not just one group. A dozen minutes later, “Those humans are using the corpses of our warriors to build frozen walls on the front side of the valley! There are also spikes and pits.” “There are no guards in other directions of the valley.” “Half of the tents have their lights out. Many tents still have lights on, and we can see figures moving inside…” The scouts returned safely and reported their findings one by one. “Do we have to wait until all the lights in the human tents go out?” “No need. They’re already finished. When their women, children, and the elderly cry and run under the swords of our warriors, their few remaining guards won’t pose any threat. That wall of warriors will become a barrier preventing them from escaping!” This thousandnaire had also participated in some battles against humans, and what impressed him the most was the highly organized formations of human armies, which constantly changed tactics to slaughter lives—many warriors from other races died in such orderly massacres. Human defensive capabilities also left a deep impression on him. So today, at the thought that the enemy couldn’t utilize these two strengths, he felt victory was within reach. Yet the cunning humans still needed to be guarded against. Following Sarug’s and that human envoy’s advice, the thousandnaire sent down a dozen warriors before the attack began. There were indeed no traps around the camp in the valley, but the enemy was alerted—there were panicked shouts from humans, and people rushed out of many tents, gathering in one place. Seeing the opportunity, the thousandnaire ordered the attack to begin. Apart from one centurion leading over 50 Red Demons to block the entrance head-on, the remaining 400+ Red Demons rushed down the cliffs from three sides of the valley, charging at the tents one by one. When the first thousandnaire to enter snarled as he pulled back the curtain of a large tent only to find mannequins made of branches and weeds, his expression changed dramatically. At that moment, fires broke out in several tents, spreading rapidly throughout the valley. Amid the flames, the Red Demon scouts who had been there before smelled a familiar scent—the smell of oil being refined. Then, thick smoke billowed, pungent and eye-stinging, as if hundreds of beacon towers had been burned together.
The dead warriors could not protect the living members of their tribe. Grease fueled the flames, corpses blocked the paths, and cliffs over ten meters high made it easy to jump down but difficult to climb back up. The cotton armor worn by the Red Ghosts caught fire easily but was hard to remove. These two challenges quickly overwhelmed and confused the Red Ghosts.
The guards stood ready outside the wall of corpses, with more and more members emerging from the tunnels and gathering there. Those who managed to break through the flames and leap over the corpse wall were then killed by the crowd.
Among the Red Ghosts, the worst-off was the centurion in charge of blocking the door. Once the fire broke out in the valley,Neo andマハх launched their attack. A paralyzing arrow combined with life-draining magic took down the centurion. The ordinary Red Ghosts were hunted down by the guards, but due to a lack of strong fighters among the guards, some of them managed to escape—something inevitable.
The guards’ best archers were stationed on both sides of the valley near the corpse wall. Their task was to shoot at any Red Ghost that tried to leap over the wall. As for the door made of stacked logs, it was fake and could not be opened.
The Red Ghosts screamed in agony amidst the raging flames. In reality, the real killer wasn’t the fire but the smoke. The burning wood contained special substances, and the valley’s terrain along with the surrounding trees prevented wind from dispersing the smoke. Most of the panicked Red Ghosts collapsed within seconds from being suffocated by the smoke. The burning plants on the ground continued to emit smoke, killing the Red Ghosts through asphyxiation.
Another hazard of the thick smoke was its effect on visibility. The Red Ghosts’ eyes watered and they couldn’t keep them open, and even if they could, they couldn’t see clearly. They stumbled around in chaos, accelerating their downfall.
The stronger ones, such as the Red Ghost centurions, fared better than the ordinary ones. They were more resilient and relatively calmer. Although they couldn’t climb the cliffs over ten meters high, they could still leap over the corpse walls about seven meters high. Unfortunately, with the outbreak of flames, the Red Ghosts became completely disorganized. They couldn’t find each other and all tried to escape, ending up fighting alone. Three centurions, though strong, lacked cunning and bad luck. While leaping, they were paralyzed byマハх’s hidden arrows and crashed to the ground. Before they could react,Neo was already there to take their lives.
The fourth and fifth Red Ghosts appeared together, causing the well-prepared guards some confusion, but they were eventually dealt with safely. Including those killed earlier, six out of nine centurions had died. One was unlucky enough to be knocked down, trampled, and suffocated in the camp. Two others emerged with the thousandth centurion. Although one of them was hit by several arrows, this trio still caused significant damage toNeo’s side.
The thousandth centurion alone was enough to deal a blow. Valentina’s armor was askew, leaving her unable to focus on anything else. Нио andマハх couldn’t withstand the combined attack of two desperate Red Ghost centurions. Ordinary guards didn’t even have a chance to intervene. Only Риджев and Эберт could barely fight back, acting as backups, preparing to make a last-ditch effort to relieve the crisis.
In the end, Light used the purple-robed bow given to him by Neo and a specially crafted arrow from Mah to break the deadlock with a cold arrow. Neo, despite being injured, crawled under one of the centurions and managed to take down both of them one after another. The Red Ghost Centurion, however, managed to escape and took the chance to strike Neo, nearly killing him—leaving him victorious yet wounded.
Valentina watched helplessly as Neo crawled under a centurion, was trampled by it, and then, mid-process of using life absorption, was struck by the Red Ghost Centurion with a blade of light. The centurion was cut in two instantly, and blood—unknown to whom—it sprayed everywhere on Neo’s chest and abdomen. He no longer had the energy to fight. If it weren’t for the centurion choosing to flee, he might have killed Valentina and slaughtered the entire guard team to avenge himself.
“Neo, don’t die!” Valentina rushed over as the guards hurriedly moved the dead centurion’s body aside.
Neo’s condition was indeed dire—his left shoulder was crushed beyond recognition, and a deep wound gaped open on his chest and abdomen. If it had been an ordinary Red Ghost instead of that centurion, Neo would have been dead already. It was the centurion’s innate combat energy defense mechanism that offset much of the blade’s power, allowing Neo to survive.
“I’m fine! As long as I’m conscious, I’m fine!” Neo reassured Valentina in turn.
“You can still laugh after all this!” Valentina glared at him, though she felt somewhat relieved. Having been subjected to life-related spells several times and with Neo’s brief explanations, she understood quite well how these spells worked—knowing that the healing effect was much faster and more effective when the victim was conscious.
By chance, Valentina noticed a strange and peculiar look in the eyes of the guards surrounding her, realizing that her genuine emotions from earlier had been seen by them. To make matters worse, Neo was still oblivious to danger, preoccupied with the battlefield. “The battle isn’t over. Be careful…”
“Enough! Have you really forgotten you’re dying? Stop worrying about the rest and just rest in peace.” Valentina cut him off rudely, thinking, “It’s all your fault. You make the migration team’s gossip even worse. You act so carefree!”
Neo had no idea about Valentina’s thoughts or what he had said wrong. He smiled awkwardly. “Well, I’ll step back then.”
Valentina grunted but was still worried about Neo’s injuries. She instructed the guards temporarily assigned to take care of him, “Take him to the safe place—Lushé—slowly and carefully. Also, make sure he stays warm.”
“Yes!” The two guards replied in unison, looking solemn, though their curiosity was already burning brightly…
By “safe place,” Valentina meant the caves—byproducts of tunnel digging.
Burning wood melted the permafrost, creating passages—similar to the method used when setting ambushes in makeshift camps. However, here the tunnel system was vastly larger. Some irregular spaces, about two meters long, wide, and high, resembling nodules on roots, served as safe zones. Stretches were placed against the walls, with small braziers nearby for lighting and warmth—truly the best place at the moment.
“Captain, you’ll recover, right?” The one who stayed to take care ofNeo was Fan Lending, the only team member left behind during the later stages of this operation. He was a stonemason from Sol City, having worked with his father and uncle to repair the eastern section of Sol City’s walls and Black Iron Square. Yet Fan Lending had some little secrets not known to outsiders.
“I’m fine!”Neo was clearly weak, but his eyes were bright. Staring at this young man with thick hair, a large nose, and relatively short stature, he thought to himself, “Though there are some faint signs, it’s hard to tell he has dwarf blood unless you pay close attention.”
This stonemason possessed a very special tunneling technique—its origin need not be questioned. It was thanks to him and his skills that the Windy Team was able to accomplish the seemingly impossible: building a tunnel network over 200 meters long in just one day. Later, with the help of the guards, it became the cornerstone of this entire plan.
“You deserve credit for our success this time.”
“Hehe! You’re too kind, Captain.” Fan Lending scratched his head shyly.
“This isn’t flattery; it’s sincere praise. Keep working hard in your specialty, and soon you’ll be our team’s architect. If you have any problems or needs, just tell me. We’ll do our best to help.”
Fan Lending indeed had a strong interest in architecture and talent for it.Neo’s recognition and promises made him extremely happy. He nodded firmly. “Don’t worry, Captain. I’ll work hard.”
Neo smiled and nodded without saying more. In his mind, he thought, “If I dig deeper, these team members also have quite interesting traits…”
Though severely injured,Neo was in a good mood and full of energy. Having absorbed so much strength from the centurions, he could hardly contain his excitement. But he knew what he had to do now.
“Finally, a reason to sleep soundly…”Neo let out a long sigh and fell into a deep sleep.