The arrival of the merchant group injected unprecedented vitality into the camp in the Milaginbi Mountains.
Ang's soldiers had long known that a merchant group would be accompanying the army, and they had been eagerly anticipating this trade—they had amassed a large quantity of supplies over the past few days but had nowhere to sell them.
As the caravan entered the camp in formation, Isi's younger brother and Puli's older brother spotted familiar figures in the crowd.
The brothers were momentarily speechless upon reuniting, then hurried forward and embraced tightly.
When Isi and Puli heard that they had come under the name of the "North Wind Territory Civilian Merchant Group," they were stunned at first, then exchanged smiles.
"You're saying this was Miss Quintina's order?" Puli asked.
His older brother nodded lightly, pride visible in his eyes.
"I understand." Isi smiled and asked no further questions. Both of them knew that the person who had made all this possible was not merely Quintina, but also Ang, who had always been driving everything forward from behind the scenes.
They patted their relatives on the shoulders and hurriedly said goodbye after a few pleasantries—the camp was busy, and they were no longer boys who could sit around reminiscing about old times.
At the same time, another important guest quietly arrived at the camp.
Janice walked along the recently laid stone road, her gaze sweeping back and forth across the buildings lining the way, her eyes filled with astonishment.
"Less than a month... and there are already workshops taking shape, watchtowers, and even a temporary market?" she murmured. "This doesn't look like a temporary camp. It looks more like a fortress being built."
She did not immediately seek an audience with Ang. Instead, she settled her troops and waited quietly to be summoned.