The damp, foggy weather had passed. On this clear autumn night in the wasteland, there was actually a hint of warmth. It was no longer as cold as before, when it felt as though his entire body had been soaked in ice water.
But for the residents of Pumpkin Bunker, who had endured the cold with their bodies and had no medicinal soup to help them ward it off, even the slight night breeze still felt bone-chilling.
In the square at the center of the bunker, the residents had lit a grand bonfire.
The wood they had gathered from the nearby orchards was rich in oil. The moment sparks drifting on the wind landed on it, it began to sizzle, making it the best possible fuel.
Some of the fine meat they had been reluctant to take out of the freezers had also been brought out, skewered, and placed beside the fire to roast.
The slaves living in the bunker might have been lacking mentally, but materially, they wanted for nothing.
On the contrary, they were much wealthier than the Mole People living in the cities.
That had to do with the bunker's location on Blue Planet. There was never a shortage of supplies near the Holy City of the Academy.
It also had to do with the bunker's master. The Academy's researchers never had to worry about food or drink.
"Welcome our guests, the envoys from the West Suburbs Alliance!"
At that moment, Captain Nat, who had already had his wounds bandaged beside the bonfire, walked over with a broad smile on his face.
Behind him followed all the members of the vanguard except for the Nuclear Energy Rifle.
The bunker's Guards were fully staffed with only forty people, so cleaning up the battlefield had not taken long.
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