Free Web NovelChapter 178: Chapter 158: Reinforcements Arrive
The sun, hidden all day by overcast skies, finally broke through the clouds as it set, turning the horizon into a harmless-looking egg yolk.
The Thorn Corps army had also returned to camp. They began lighting fires to cook, and the smoke from their kitchen fires curled into the air.
Levi went to inspect the twenty-some injured High Cliff Castle Warriors. They had been placed in the largest tents; it took three in total to house all the wounded.
Because the tents needed ventilation, cold wind naturally swept inside. To keep them warm, four or five braziers were placed in each tent, radiating heat. A few Goat-man Auxiliary Soldiers diligently stood guard, feeding the fires with wood.
Under Sam’s Healing Technique, combined with Levi’s own Max Level "Treatment" Skill, the wounded soldiers’ conditions were visibly improving. It wouldn’t be long before they were up and about, good as new.
He had to admit, having a Caster who knew the Healing Technique on the team was incredibly convenient.
A regular army medic couldn’t make a patient’s complexion visibly improve with a single application of their technique.
Besides, the Healing Technique defied all logic. It didn’t matter if you had a broken bone or a deep gash—as long as it was an injury, it could be healed.
However, when it came to illnesses, a specialized Divine Light Technique was required. The Healing Technique couldn’t cure diseases.
Even so, for Warriors, the Healing Technique was by far the most practical form of Magic.
If anyone else knew the Healing Technique, Levi would have treasured them, protecting them from the slightest harm. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
The problem was, the person who’d mastered the damn Healing Technique was that fence-sitter, Sam. He was the only person who, after joining the team, was constantly flip-flopping.
He’d agree to join the group one day, only to leave again the very next morning. It made the Lord both angry and amused. Eventually, Levi just stopped bothering to approve his requests to join; he’d only quit again in a few days anyway.
Levi glanced at Sam, who was diligently treating the wounded, then turned and left.
After fighting all day, he was starving.
For an army on a long march, getting a bite of meat was a comfort in itself.
Fortunately, thanks to the winter weather, the meat was easy to preserve and wouldn’t spoil for over ten days. Levi had specifically brought a cartload of butchered mutton over from High Cliff Castle.
Now was the perfect time to reward the High Cliff Castle Warriors.
Inside the tent, a large pot was set up in the middle, simmering with potatoes and various vegetables. The broth was a frightening shade of red, thanks to the heap of chili peppers floating on top.
Following their leader’s example, Zat and Mier had gradually developed a taste for spicy food. In fact, their tolerance now surpassed the Lord’s.
One look at this pot and you could tell it was the work of those two knuckleheads.
"Brother-in-law, come eat! We’re having sliced mutton hotpot today."
Mier, wearing an apron, was using a Bone-Carving Knife to slice the mutton into thin pieces.
Zat sat in front of the pot, stirring it constantly with a ladle.
"What are you stirring so randomly for? You’re ruining the broth." Levi gave him a light chop to the back of the neck, then plopped down and squeezed Zat aside, seating himself confidently on the long bench.
He tasted a spoonful of the broth and gave his verdict, "Not bad. Your cooking skills have finally improved. My careful training wasn’t wasted."
"Boss, have some meat first."
Zat eagerly handed him a bowl and chopsticks.
Just as Levi took them, Zat whipped out a wooden basin the size of a washbowl from behind him. With one grab of his chopsticks, he snagged at least half a pound of meat, stuffed it all into his mouth, and swallowed it in two gulps.
Levi didn’t say anything. This big oaf had the second-highest Minotaur kill count today—at least forty or fifty of them. It was only natural to let him eat more as a reward.
"Brother-in-law, I killed a Minotaur today, too!"
Mier, having finished slicing the meat, sat down and boasted as he ate.
"Not bad, you’ve improved. Keep studying my Swordsmanship, and if there’s a chance, I’ll find you an advanced Combat Qi Secret Manual to practice." Levi slurped the mutton from his bowl, his words muffled by the food.
With Levi’s current Swordsmanship, which was practically unparalleled, Mier only needed to learn twenty or thirty percent of it to completely dominate those Martial Arts Masters in the arena whose reputations far outshone their actual skills.
If he also cultivated Combat Qi, he could even make a name for himself in Debei.
Still, for Mier to kill a Minotaur with his current strength was indeed beyond Levi’s expectations.
These Minotaurs might have seemed like pushovers that could be slaughtered at will, but that was only true for him and Zat.
Even for Si Kai, a Knight with profound Combat Qi, killing a Minotaur wasn’t easy unless he used a Big Move.
Mier, all told, had only been learning Swordsmanship from him for a little over a month. To have achieved this much was truly commendable.
"The kid waited until I was fighting a Minotaur, then took the chance to stab it in the ass," Zat exposed Mier’s story without mercy.
"Brother Zat, just tell me, did I kill that Minotaur or not?" Mier’s face flushed red, and he craned his neck, shouting defensively.
Zat didn’t answer. It was the truth, but it didn’t change the fact that the kid was a kill-stealer.
"I give up. From now on, don’t go around telling people you learned Swordsmanship from me." Levi rolled his eyes. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
’No wonder he could kill a Minotaur. Good grief. I teach him profound Swordsmanship, and he turns it all into a style of low blows, huh?’
Levi had no desire to gain a reputation as a "Master of Low-Blow Swordsmanship." That would be too damn embarrassing.
"Lord! Lord!"
Just then, Si Kai’s voice came from outside, and he rushed hurriedly into the tent.
"What is it, Old Si?" the Lord asked casually, not even looking up.
