Fauken Bay's environment was even harsher than John had expected.
After fifteen tedious days at sea, they finally arrived at noon at the port of Golden Lion Territory, where the Second Legion was currently stationed. The moment Major John set foot on land, he was swarmed by a huge cloud of mosquitoes, giving him a firsthand taste of it.
Especially after feeling the year-round tropical heat, which left him drenched in sweat despite barely moving, his shirt clinging stubbornly to his body like a medicated plaster and making him unbearably uncomfortable.
The wise and mighty Major John's mood immediately hit rock bottom.
If he'd known this damn place could be this hot even in spring, then even if someone beat him to death, he never would have worn this stuffy, sweltering shit uniform.
Wouldn't a short-sleeved shirt have been much better? Why put himself through this?
This was practically a lava hell!
John lamented inwardly. He had been about to call Wendy over and have her quickly tell Mia to contact the Second Legion so they could complete the remaining reporting procedures.
But after looking around the harbor, he discovered that Wendy, that stupid pig, had somehow run over to a distant ice pop vendor.
She was happily licking an ice pop, looking utterly delighted.
John's already unpleasant-looking face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot. Without thinking, he roared at the subordinate who did nothing but embarrass him:
"Wendy, you stupid pig, get back here! Right now, this instant!"
"Ah, yes, Captain!"
Hearing John call her, Wendy didn't have time to think. She hurriedly shoved the ice pop into her mouth, then came scampering back with a bamboo basket in each hand.
The sight of her loaded down with bags and packages, looking just like a street vendor,