Chaos Le Zilong's Journey Through the Heavens

"So, Mr. Odur wants to sleep with me?"

Hearing this, Ronnie smiled, knowing that the little guy in front of him was still wary of him, but he didn't say much.

Following Soros to his tent, Ronnie looked around.

There was no luxurious decoration, only a bed made of animal skins and a set of desks and chairs. On the desk were many books and piles of documents.

Ronnie picked up one and took a look, and found that it recorded Eli's current food reserves. No wonder Soros and his men would eat wild acid roots.

The current food reserves can only support the soldiers' minimum needs for one month at most, which is already a very tight situation, and this is the result of concentrating the entire country's food.

"What did you do just now?"

Hearing the question, Ronnie put down the documents and shrugged.

"Nothing, I just went to the front line to check, and ended up being besieged by the blind people on the other side. You said I'm not the kind of person who won't fight back when being beaten, so I killed them all to help you ease the situation."

Hearing this, Soros nodded, sat down at the table, and thought about how to get some food.

"How many have you killed?"

"Not many. We probably wiped out one of their military camps, about 20,000 people."

Hearing this number, Soros's hand holding the pen paused slightly.

He had also been on the front line for some time and knew what 20,000 soldiers meant. Ronnie had only been out for three hours, and he killed them all so easily.

Soros did not doubt the truthfulness of Ronnie's words. After all, the blood and murderous aura he was covered in when he came back could not be faked.

"You are really... powerful."

Soros stopped talking. He was now thinking about sending someone to the military camp that Ronnie had destroyed tomorrow to see if there was any remaining food.

Just as he was thinking about his next plan, he was picked up by Ronnie and carried to the bed under his confused gaze.

Looking at Ronnie on the bed, Soros tilted his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleep, what else?"

Ronnie was also confused.

"If you are planning to send soldiers to the camp I destroyed tomorrow to see if there is any food, I can only regretfully tell you that they have run out of food. When I went there, they were cooking meat in a big pot. I believe you can imagine what the meat is without me telling you."

Although the lack of food and fodder during a march is a very serious matter, there is a way to solve it. That is to use the dead soldiers as food for the living people. This not only solves the food problem but also prevents the corpses from rotting and causing plague.

This kind of thing happened in the world Ronnie lived in. In this world where violence and madness pollute everyone's minds, it can only be said that it is normal.

But now Ronnie has adapted to his identity as a dragon and doesn't care about such things at all.

In his eyes, most creatures can be food. It’s just that food eats other food. He doesn’t care at all.

But it sounds weird, like saying that the pig's trotter in the bowl ate another pig's trotter.

Seeing that Soros said nothing, Ronnie smiled and touched his head.

"Since I promised you to protect your country for two hundred years, I will not break my promise. Leave the food issue to me. What you need now is rest."

After listening, Soros took a deep breath and nodded. Since he couldn't think of any solution anyway, he might as well trust Ronnie.

After taking a look at Ronnie, Soros couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Ronnie's current posture is to fold his wings and curl up into a ball, which is a very common sleeping position for dragons. But the problem is that Ronnie's body is too big and almost takes up the entire bed, leaving no room for Soros to sleep.

Looking at Ronnie sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, not even wanting to look at him, Soros narrowed his eyes.

You don't leave room for me, do you?

Thinking of this, Soros lay down next to Ronnie's head, kicked away his tail, and lay down with his head resting on his arms.

Originally, Soros could have asked his men to move another bed over, but for some reason, he didn't think of this and acted like a child in a rage.

If Brown Wolf's ministers saw this scene, they would be absolutely dumbfounded. Their little Majesty, who was always so calm and steady, would actually do such a thing.

Feeling Soros leaning on him, Ronnie curled the corners of his mouth.

"Children should behave like children. It's a shame to have such a stern face all day long. You have such a cute appearance."

Hearing this, Soros, who was originally planning to go to sleep, was startled. After he came to his senses, he could not help but smile bitterly.

He is only a teenager now, which is really too young for a person who is considered an adult at 200 years old. However, he is responsible for the survival of an entire country. He has to be very careful with every step and every decision he makes. He is exposed to all the knowledge on how to help the country overcome difficulties. His life is too tiring. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been crushed by the pressure long ago.

No words were spoken all night, until the next morning.

When Ronnie opened his eyes, he found that Soros had already woken up and was sitting there looking at a document that was taller than him.

He shook his head, took out a piece of candy from the space and placed it in front of Soros.

"This is my favorite grapefruit-flavored candy. Try it. I'm going to cook. I don't want to eat wild sour roots anymore."

After that, Ronnie walked out of the tent, found an open space, and took out a pot and some ingredients from the [Picnic Gift Pack].

Soros, looking at the pink candy in front of him, couldn't help but smile.

After peeling off the skin and putting it in his mouth, Soros felt the sour and sweet taste spreading in his mouth.

"Very sweet."

After a while, Soros put down his pen after finishing the documents.

At this time, Ronnie also came over with food.

"Garlic spare ribs, fish-flavored pork shreds, and mixed broccoli. Breakfast should be light, but you should eat more meat."

Ronnie’s cooking skills are just okay. He has no problem making home-cooked meals. Although they are not as good as last night’s scrambled eggs with tomatoes, they are at least better than boiled sour potatoes.

Seeing the delicious food in front of him, Soros didn't hesitate and started eating.

At this moment, Ronnie suddenly sensed something and his brows gradually raised.

"You eat first, there are some interesting little guys coming."

After saying that, Ronnie turned and left.

In the bushes not far from the camp, three heads were huddled together, discussing something.

"Captain, why are we running here if we're not going to the battlefield to earn merit?"

"There is a hidden boss here. As long as we defeat him, our score this time will definitely be the highest."

"Eh? Captain, how do you know there is a hidden boss here? We take showers together, how come we don't know? Share it with your sisters."

"I can't go into details, I can only tell you that I have a special source of intelligence."