Little Kangna carried two three-meter-long reclining chairs upstairs, one in each hand, and set them down on the second-floor terrace.
She deliberately looked from behind one chair toward the other. Only after confirming they were aligned did Little Kangna lie down contentedly on one of them. Having just taken her pills, she was getting drowsy and ready to sleep.
Puer's upbringing had clearly been very successful. Even away from home, Little Bone Dragon followed the household routines meticulously.
Kallen came onto the terrace with a water cup in his left hand, an insulated bucket of ice in his right, and a copy of Order Weekly tucked under his arm.
Drinking ice water and reading the newspaper in a desert oasis was truly pleasant.
Some days had passed since they found the contact station. Kallen had submitted the investigation delegation's situation report, combat report, observations on local affairs, and so forth. Those dozens of heads should have been circulated among the Order God Church Leadership by now, and the large image on the second page of the Order Weekly he had received today was a photograph of the "Jingguan" piled from those heads.
The editor-in-chief of Order Weekly had personally written the article, devoting extensive space to an embellished account of Kallen's achievements.
It was delicately written, moving, stirring, and impassioned;
It even made Kallen want to meet this "Kallen" described in the newspaper.
All he could say was that the editor-in-chief deserved the position. Such writing skill was truly admirable.
In moments of crisis, his thoughts had been of Order; in moments of hardship, his faith in Order had inspired even greater fighting spirit. The esteemed editor-in-chief had used copious parallel constructions to describe "Kallen's" thoughts at the time.
Kallen could not help laughing as he read. It all felt