Chaos City Outer City.
At the entrance.
Widow Wang sat inside a carriage drawn by a yellow horse.
She had arrived early to wait here.
Widow Wang did this every day, and had been doing so for half a month.
Today was slightly different from the previous days.
Her makeup was more exquisite today. Paired with her increasingly fresh, supple face, it made her and Hanks look very much like father and daughter when they stood together...
Hanks's only regret was that although they looked like father and daughter, Widow Wang would never call him "Daddy..."
As more and more wandering factions from the Desert joined Chaos City Outer City, it had become much livelier than it had been a month ago.
For one thing, the vendors who had moved their stalls inside the city after the Orcs arrived had gradually ventured back out, setting up shop in their old spots outside the walls.
Over the past month, one saying had spread throughout the city: "The current City Lord of Chaos City Outer City and his people are a subordinate faction of the Desert Orcs."
That meant the vendors no longer had to worry about Desert Orcs causing trouble for their stalls outside the city.
After all, they were now "one big family..."
Before long, several figures appeared in the distant Desert.
Inside the carriage, Widow Wang opened her eyes, relief showing in them.
At the same time, her expression turned a little strange, and she silently cursed, That little bastard!
"Young master, why did you disguise yourself as my father...?"
"What? Aren't you happy to see your dad?"
"...My father's been dead for decades. How could I possibly be happy?"
"That's not important. Just tell me whether I look like him."
"No. My father wasn't this healthy."
"Huh?