"It can go away, it's just ... there's no such thing as medicine here. We are at war, Riley. The most important thing, of course, is to heal the soldiers' wounds faster so that they can return to battle," Alen replied as he checked James' condition once more.Riley frowned, "Fight again? With his condition this bad?"Alen sighed exasperatedly, "Hey, my good friend. We've managed to keep him afloat and we can expect him to make a full recovery in two or three days.""His leg is broken, Alen. The bullet wound-""We've got it covered, trust me! Oh, my goodness. I can't believe this. You're doubting our medical capabilities?" Alen cut in, looking offended.Riley grimaced, "That's not what I meant. It's just that with the wounds he got, is there any way he can still join the war?"Alen sighed irritably. "Of course he can. This is an age where medicine is very advanced. Come on, where do you actually live, Riley? I seem to recall you recovering very quickly as well."Riley didn't dispute th
Greg was of course serious. After he learned the facts about Riley's true identity, he didn't have the slightest doubt about the young man.After all, Riley had proven that he was indeed one of the best prospective soldiers available at that time by ranking first in many fields.In addition, the young man who was the son of William Mackenzie had also proven himself to be able to escape battles with enemy troops that could not be said to be easy.That was enough to make him confident that Riley could have brilliant ideas like his father.However, seeing the young man's expression, Greg wasn't foolish enough to continue discussing the matter and finally he chuckled, "Of course I'm just kidding."He took a sip of his coffee and continued, "I've heard all the stories from your seniors and you're ... great. However, you still need more time to develop yourself."Riley nodded in agreement, while Alen laughed crisply and responded, "He ... is great, Commander and I'm sure ... he will definit
The men were silent, resigned to what the war general ordered.They realized they were just men who had to obey a leader's orders and if they didn't, they would be in trouble themselves."After this long war, I can determine the positions according to your respective abilities. And don't feel inferior if you're not in the front row. This is not the time to feel jealous or resentful just because you are placed in the middle or back row."Greg sighed softly and then continued after he was sure that all the soldiers who only numbered in the hundreds looked ready, "Remember, all you have to do is survive. We ... are attacking them but ... we are not allowed to kill them."Hearing that Ben, Shin and some of the senior soldiers who were used to finishing off their enemies gaped in shock. Not only that, some of them also seemed to be babbling as if it was impossible to do.As for Riley, he did not look nervous or agitated. On the contrary, he was relieved by the new rules. He could also gue
The Wood family was currently gathered together in their living room after the engagement ceremony between Shirley Wood, the youngest of the Wood family and Peter Green, the son of the gold mine owner at Carlo Hill. Cassandra Wood who was the older sister of Shirley, was sitting on the edge and didn't seem to like being there. Several times she saw her husband being a servant to her family. She was upset. Very upset. How could she not? Her husband had no authority whatsoever and was often the target of her family. She really wanted to see her husband fight back, at least once. But, in fact, until they had been married for almost three years, Bill was still the same. Still becoming a useless son-in-law to her family. "Hurry up and fill this glass, Bill!" Shirley ordered her brother-in-law. Bill calmly picked up the bottle of red wine and opened it quickly and refilled Shirley's glass. He then stood next to the old man who was Cassandra's grandfather, Christopher Wood who had a po
It was clearly seen that Bill was very angry. A shocked Christopher immediately asked, "Why are you yelling at Peter, Bill?" Bill pointed at Peter with his index finger with uncontrollable anger. "He's-" "What are you doing? Why are you pointing at Peter like that?" Shirley said, already approaching her future husband, visibly annoyed by her brother-in-law's behavior. "He said he wanted to get close to Cassandra," Bill said with an angry growl. Shirley was wide-eyed and immediately raised her hand, intending to slap Bill. But swiftly, Bill managed to brush it off. "How dare you make such a dirty accusation. He's not as low as you are, Bill!" Shirley said with great annoyance. "He said it himself. He-" "Enough, Bill!" Christopher shouted, looking furious. Bill let out a long breath. His chest was heaving, indicating he was furious. Peter said, "What do you mean by that? I'm just saying your wife is beautiful. Is that wrong?" He turned to Chistopher, "Mr. Wood, I was just bei
Bill sat in front of Emma's fruit stall until morning. The stall owner was quite surprised to see Bill there in the same clothes. However, she didn't ask any questions because she saw Bill's somewhat rumpled expression. As Bill was cleaning up the fruit scattered on the floor, a fruit buyer who had been there since before Bill arrived approached him. Bill turned to him with an astonished look. "Yes, Sir. How can I help you?" "Yes, General." Bill's pupils suddenly dilated at the call. Why was this man calling him 'General'? Did he recognize him? But how could he? Bill quickly put down the fruit basket and looked at the neatly dressed young man with a probing look. "Who are you? Why are you calling me 'General'?" The young man, who Bill guessed was much younger than him, said, "It's me, General. Your subordinate. Andrew." Bill squinted, trying to remember. Only a few people knew his real face. Was it perhaps someone he knew? But, it doesn't feel like his face is what it look
Then, after knowing about the news he should think how to stop his grandfather-in-law. In the evening, when he had just locked Emma's fruit stall, he was suddenly approached by a number of large men who Bill guessed were common thugs. "I'm tired, don't bother me now!" Bill said with a face that looked so tired. A thug who appeared to be their leader came forward carrying a barbell. Bill scowled, "What are you going to do with that?" "You're the one who broke Baron's arm yesterday, right?" The thug asked with the fierce look. Bill frowned and suddenly remembered a thug who had come to Emma's stall and intended to disrupt it. "Ah, I didn't know that I broke it." "Hit him!" the leader ordered with anger. Bill casually engaged the men without expending much energy. He managed to land several punches on target. However, Bill was caught off guard by his cell phone which suddenly vibrated. The leader took advantage of Bill's unpreparedness and hit him rather hard in the stomach. "Fe
Bill walked into the Woods' house in confusion. He wanted to help his wife but he still didn't know what to do. In the midst of his confusion, Andrew Reece, who was his trusted man, came back. "No, General!" Andrew said. "My wife is inside. I have to help her." "General, how about we make a deal?" Andrew asked. Bill frowned, "What deal?" "If you are willing to come back, we will help you, General." Bill exhaled harshly, realizing that nothing in this world is free. Very reluctantly, Bill said, "Alright, I'll be back." Andrew smiled happily. Andrew then took an action to help Bill. "Good morning, General!" Andrew greeted on the day of Bill's return. "How are you today, General?" the young man asked with a bright smile."No need for pleasantries. Get on with it, Reece." Andrew even smiled nervously from too much excitement, "Yes, General." "But before that, I'll have a word with King Keannu first." "Yes, General. He will be happy to see you." "I'll take my leave," Bill sai