Lord of Pro (This Chapter Nuclear Energy)
"Tufang Country is attacking! The Devil Master has brought a hundred thousand troops to Year Wasteland!"
"Where's the Year Wasteland Iron Cavalry? Why don't I see them?"
"They've all gone outside the city to fight!"
"Why didn't they stay behind to defend the city? Wouldn't it be easier to fight from inside than outside?"
"Are you stupid? If they defended the city here, wouldn't we suffer right along with them? Once Tufang Country broke the city, wouldn't they kill us all!"
"Even if they don't break the city, if they surround it, what are we supposed to eat?"
"The Year Wasteland Iron Cavalry still has a conscience. Win or lose, they can't let us suffer with them!"
A group of people were discussing the war in a teahouse when the old man who tended the stables in the back courtyard found the proprietor. "I'm feeling mighty lousy today. I want to take the day off."
The proprietor frowned. "What do you mean, lousy? You're sick? You were bouncing around just fine when you came in this morning. How did you get sick in the blink of an eye?"
The old man chuckled. "I'm getting on in years. Some days are good, some are bad. Don't pay me for today, just let me rest for a day!"
The proprietor snapped, "You still want wages? Why should I pay you? No work, no money! If you really want to leave, fine. Don't come back after this."
The old man gritted his teeth, slapped the table, and turned to leave. "Then I won't come back! Who gives a damn about your scrap money!"
A waiter had just cleared a table and was heading toward the kitchen when he saw the proprietor glaring darkly toward the door.