The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 161 - 117 Preparing for Battle_2

Chapter 161: Chapter 117 Preparing for Battle_2

The "Resurrection Stone" in the stone platform would be ready when, Rod had no idea.

If he could resurrect, he wouldn’t fear risking his life.

Afterward, Rod as usual checked the dream realm once over; as long as time allowed, this was something he always did, for the dream realm was tied to his very survival.

The surface of the Obelisk still appeared empty; he had no idea why.

The text in the Book of Knowledge remained obscure and difficult to understand. Rod planned to find an Ancient Language teacher specifically once he got back to the Royal City to properly systematically study it. His chosen elective, "Ancient Language," was cancelled due to a Royal City patrol duty, and he hadn’t attended a single class.

The stored resources were still very abundant. On his eight-day hunting trip in the wilds, he had used about one thousand five hundred True Silver Bullets, averaging two bullets per Evil Spirit — much more economical than using Sealing Spirit Bullets.

He still had one thousand True Silver Bullets left, ninety-eight Sealing Spirit Bullets, two hundred Thunder Stones, and plenty of food, potions, and supplies.

If it weren’t for the maintenance of the Spiritual Energy Generator, there should have been many more valuable items.

Rod’s eyes twinkled with bright light.

After returning to the Royal City, aside from reimbursing him for his supplies expenses, they should probably give him some travel expenses, right?

This unprecedented method of transportation, a travel expense of ten thousand silver coins wouldn’t be too much to ask for, would it?

Hehehe.

With such wondrous expectations, Rod fell into a sweet slumber.

As Morning arrived, Rod woke up on schedule.

Although the lighting seemed no different from yesterday, he knew it was already the next day.

He pulled out his pocket watch and saw the largest hand was pointing straight to the top; according to the rules of Trolian, this was the beginning of the day, the origin of all things.

Rod jumped out of bed. Naturally, the fortress environment couldn’t compare to the academy, whether it was drinking water, food, or warmth, everything was limited.

Of course, there was no tap water.

All supplies for Sword Pass were transported from Giant Fortress.

Thus, the supply route at the foot of Death Mountain Range needed regular clearing.

The patrol team led by Beowood had been doing this lately; a disruption in supplies was a very dreadful thing.

Rod fetched a basin of clean water from the storage room, quickly completed his washing up, and then went to the dining hall for breakfast.

Since it was still early, a few scattered people were sitting in the hall; upon seeing Rod enter, they waved their food at him.

"Hey, little Rod, who’s today’s victim?"

"Bro, please don’t pick me, okay? My back is about to break from all the heavy work I did yesterday."

"You just tell big brother honestly, how long can you last?"

"Heard you’re pretty close with Sister Mina, spill some of her stats for us, will you?"

Rod casually responded, "99, 66, 95."

The crowd was puzzled.

"What’s that?"

"Spiritual Energy output of 99 notations? That’s too low."

"Just blabbering, huh?"

"Haha, so Brother Rod doesn’t know either, seems like I have a chance then."

No one cared, except Anna, sitting in the corner, felt it was a bit strange; those numbers seemed to follow some pattern and didn’t seem like random talk.

What could it be?

As she sipped her fragrant mushroom soup, she pondered.

Rod picked a spot and sat down. The long dining table was filled with food served by the logistics department, including steaming soup, sugar-heart filled pies that exuded fragrance, tempting fresh milk, and sausages.

There were over a hundred people in the Sword Pass Fortress, aside from twenty-one combatants, the rest were all logistics personnel.

In Trolian’s system, the vast majority of the logistics personnel were average people, responsible for medical care, supplies, construction, cleaning, transportation, and all other miscellaneous tasks.

All personnel besides those involved in combat and production were assigned to logistics.

If a Fire Holder became part of the logistics personnel, it was certainly due to some special logistical abilities.

For instance, all Healing Nuns possess the Bright Light Attribute of Fire Holders.

"Bright Light" is a universally recognized soul trait of healers that enables them to examine wounds, sense souls, and cleanse impurities and infections. Under their healing, wounds on both the body and soul rapidly heal.

It is noteworthy that almost all who ignite the Soul Fire and awaken the "Bright Light" Attribute are female.

However, there are a few exceptions, and to maintain a consistent image, they too donned the same attire, becoming Healing Monks within the Healing Cult, hardly distinguishable from the rest.

As for Mina, a Fire Holder with the "Material Change" Characteristic, she was a natural repairer.

This characteristic allowed her to change the form of materials quite easily, thereby achieving repair purposes.

It was precisely because of this that she embarked on a path of seeking knowledge and truth, becoming a great scholar under Amides.

This was all disclosed to him during small talk, and Rod found her to converse only to remind her not to forget about the supplies she had promised, insisting that she must account for reimbursement and traveling expenses upon returning.

It’s known that Rod’s combat approach isn’t part of the regular combat system in Royal City, aside from newcomers and non-combatants, no one uses True Silver Bullets in combat.

Therefore, there is no such item in the reimbursement list of the General Logistics Department in Royal City, nor are True Silver Bullets included in the supplies.

Rod had always been fighting using his own money.

He was quite poor.

"At least the food is free," Rod presented a plate of pies and several grilled sausages, burying his head to eat furiously, "Tastes good."

Half an hour later, Captain Blackfish walked in, and everyone in the hall burst into laughter.

Someone shouted, "Captain Blackfish, heard you collapsed from exhaustion again yesterday!"

Blackfish’s face turned dark instantly, "Stop spreading lies and slander..."

"I saw it with my own eyes, you collapsed on the ground foaming at the mouth, it was the logistics ladies who carried you back."

Ignoring them, Blackfish sat down and started sipping a bowl of mushroom soup.

"Captain, captain, your stamina is not as good as little Rod’s. He does this every day, but you collapsed last time claiming it was testicular pain, a bad State, rested so many days and the moment you went back, you collapsed again, why is that?"

Blackfish huffed, "If you think you can, then you go."

"Of course, I can’t, but Captain, weren’t you the one who famously battled for seven days and nights on the Trident Plain, slaying thousands of Corruptors? How did you manage that, in your dreams?"

Blackfish’s face turned red, veins popping on his forehead, "You don’t understand! That time, Lord Alan was with me, inspired by his Spirit Light Ring, the glory of a knight echoing in my heart..."

He then started spewing jargon like "soul will," "spiritual potential," "Unity of Human and Spirit," causing everyone to burst into laughter.

The chubby kid Dodo leaned over and whispered, "Big brother, can you really do it three hundred times a night?"

Swallowing the last piece of pie, Rod glanced at him unhappily.

So far, he was the only one willing to call him ’big brother,’ and he wasn’t even a girl, quite disappointing.

"That’s a rumor, don’t believe it."

"Oh." Dodo cheerfully went back to his seat and started gulping down a huge pot of mushroom soup.

Rod glanced at him, this guy had a huge appetite, no wonder he was so chubby.

Yet his strength was not that great, a Spirit Gun Warrior like him, relying on shooting pistols.

The problem was the ammunition wasn’t plentiful; the day he took him out, he ran out in half a day, and still Rod had to lend him a few dozen.

Another quarter hour passed, and people like Beowood, Reslin, and others gradually came in, everyone warmly greeting them.

The hall quickly became lively.

When instructors like Dark Leaf, the knight Bach, and the Defense Chief Steel Hand entered, the atmosphere in the hall had already reached a fervent pitch.

They seemed to have endless topics, discussing all matters closely related to them.

"Quiet down."

Steel Hand shouted, his voice not loud, but it overpowered the whole hall.

"News from the frontline at Dawn Fortress, the Black Tide has spilled over, rushing towards Giant Fortress, Linfeng City, Dragon Pass, Sword Pass, and other places. From now on, the inner defense circle officially replaces the duty of the middle defense circle; all other tasks are canceled."

He paused, then said solemnly.

"Gentlemen, prepare for battle."

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