If they charged money, Warwick certainly could not accept it.
Those cunning members of the Holy Human Race had cheated them plenty of times. He did not know whether the Great Xia people would do the same, but caution could never hurt.
Lin Mo could not help laughing at that. He waved a hand and said:
"Don't worry. This is Great Xia's way of treating guests. We won't charge you!"
Seeing this, Warwick could only agree and offer his thanks.
He could not refuse anyway, because Great Xia's soldiers had already deftly begun putting up neat rows of tents for them.
A trace of complicated gratitude appeared in the eyes of quite a few Half-Orcs.
Early the next morning, after breakfast, Lin Mo headed straight to the Half-Orcs' Temporary Camp.
The Half-Orcs had already followed the Great Xia soldiers' example, neatly packing up last night's tents and stacking them to one side.
They would carry them when it was time to march.
The Great Xia people's commander had said that the tents would be in their care during training. They had to be careful not to damage them.
At that moment, Warwick was sitting in a circle with his people, eating breakfast.
They took dark, rock-hard cakes from the leather pouches at their waists and gnawed on them expressionlessly, washing them down with water from their waterskins.
When they saw Lin Mo approach and look curiously at the food in their hands, one Half-Orc grinned and enthusiastically offered him a piece in thanks for last night's tents.
Lin Mo reached out and accepted it. It was blackened and hard to the touch, with several coarse, stiff black animal hairs still on it.
He sniffed it, and a mixture of sour sweat and blood assailed his nostrils.
Lin Mo: "..."
Suppressing