In less than three minutes, Velin polished off all the food before him.
Watching his Lord eat so quickly, the Silver Low-Tier Warrior struggled to keep his thoughts from wandering.
Thinking ill of a powerful figure while standing beside him was something only someone tired of living would do.
After dinner, Velin asked the Silver Low-Tier Warrior to show him around the camp.
Xuemiyya stayed behind. After casting a spell to illuminate the entire wooden cabin, she took out a Magic Book and began reading.
She could not stop absorbing knowledge, not even for a moment.
Only with sufficient knowledge in reserve could she avoid taking the wrong direction out of ignorance during her experiments and wasting her painstaking efforts.
Leaving the cabin, Velin stood on the steps, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
Dim yellow kerosene flames flickered in the night breeze, casting the outlines of tents and fences into alternating light and shadow.
He had not seen lights like these in decades.
He recalled how they had used kerosene lamps only during the earliest days of developing the territory. Once the Elemental Pool was established, they had all been replaced with Magic Lamps, which used elemental power to provide light and dispel the darkness.
He had never expected to see such lamplight within his territory again after so many years.
He descended the steps and walked deeper into the camp.
The resting warriors rose to salute when they saw their brigade commander approaching.
When they recognized the important figure beside their commander, excitement immediately lit up their faces.
Many of these warriors had risen from slaves to freemen, casting off their shackles and gaining new lives of their own. Others were locals who had grown up in Qixing Territory, deeply influenced by their elders.
Whatever their origins,