Black Mountain Camp.
Yesterday, at the "Eagle Strike Nine Transformations" training class, Cheng Han's unprecedented learning speed had further elevated his reputation as a prodigious youth.
As he walked along the road, more people secretly watched him.
Even the servants attending to him had become more solicitous.
Morning.
Knock! Knock!
The servant assigned to deliver breakfast, Wang Xiang, knocked on the door right on time.
Black Armor Army warriors received excellent treatment. A dedicated servant delivered all three daily meals to each warrior's quarters.
The servant would also come later to collect the used dishes.
Each servant was responsible for only one warrior; there was absolutely no such thing as serving multiple people.
Moreover, meal delivery times could be freely selected, fully accommodating every warrior's individual needs.
Creak!
Cheng Han opened the door and accepted the food box from Wang Xiang, immediately noticing that something was wrong with the man's expression.
Cheng Han usually gave a few Copper Coins as a "delivery tip," so Wang Xiang had always worn an expectant look when bringing meals.
But now, the man's face was deathly pale, and his body trembled faintly.
"Sergeant Cheng, I'll take my leave. I'll return in half an hour to collect the dishes."
Wang Xiang gave a respectful bow and hurried away.
Cheng Han neither stopped him nor asked any questions.
There was no need.
If Wang Xiang had said nothing, he must have had his reasons.
Cheng Han watched the man's retreating back, using it as a point of connection as he silently performed a Deduction.
He turned and walked inside, muttering, "Interesting."
He opened the food box.
The meal was exceptionally lavish.
And every dish was something he liked.
This was not an order he had placed. Rather, Wang Xiang had selected the dishes from the Canteen