The Golden Throne

Chapter 179: Mixing something in the food

Chapter 179: Mixing something in the food

Liu Feng knew that it wasn’t his place to comment on such an incident. He lived a very sheltered and privileged life this time and did not experience any of the troubles that the man in front of him was talking about. But that wasn’t to say that he didn’t understand them. In his past life, he wasn’t just born into greatness. He had his own fair share of troubles, and he could connect with the man in front of him.

“Ah! I am just rambling. Let us go. Why am I holding you up.”, the man said.

“No! Don’t stop. Tell me the names of the Barons who troubled the village you were in. I might come across them, and I’ll know to avoid them.”, Liu Feng hastily stopped him.

The man raised an eyebrow, but then he sighed. “You raise a good argument. I could have used the same advice as a child.”, he said.

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“Stop!”, Liu Man said as he raised his hand curled his hand into a fist. “We will stop for now. Everyone is clearly exhausted.”, he looked at George. The general nodded and looked at the soldiers in front of him.

“We will be stopping for a break. Thirty minutes and no less. Any more, and we will have a disagreement.”, George shouted.

Behind all the soldiers and the senior officers, Liu Feng could see that many of the soldiers slowly halted.

“Why are we stopping now?”, he wondered out loud.

“Are you kidding me? We need a break. Do you know what time it is? Time to eat, that’s what. If the kings do not give us something to eat three times a day, then all the recruits and soldiers will revolt. The king will not win a war, forget all that, even if we do not revolt, who the hell wins a war when they are weak.”, the man behind Liu Feng scoffed.

“Right. By the way, I never caught your name.”, Liu Feng asked the man.

“Me? Why would you want my name? Well, for the future, it is Yang Chen.”, the man said.

“Yang Chen… Hmm…”, Liu Feng paused for a moment. 

“What the hell is with this place. There are all sorts of weird names of all ethnicities here! I need to take a deeper look.”, he thought to himself.

“What about you kid?”, Yang Chen asked.

“Me? I am Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes.”, Liu Feng chuckled.

“What’s so funny about your name?”, Yang Chen raised his eyebrow.

“Nothing. Its an insider joke. Only a few awesome people will get it.”, Liu Feng said as he looked front. The soldiers and the recruits were moving towards them. Then, Liu Feng remembered that they were the ones who had all the food. He looked back and saw that there were a few people who started handing out small packages.

“Well, looks like they are giving out the food. Why not go first, or we will not have any remaining.”, Yang Chen said as he turned around and ran to the distribution center.

Liu Feng shook his head as he ran behind Yang Chen. They got to a cart of sorts. A lot of recruits were crowding towards the one opening of the cart. There was an old man who was giving everyone a parcel and the one who got one was slowly pushed out.

“So inefficient.”, Liu Feng shook his head.

“What did you even expect from a group of hungry people who have done nothing but walk the whole day?”, Yang Chen scoffed.

“You are right.”, Liu Feng conceded as he also entered the crowd. Slowly, he was pushed into the crowd and he was able to get to the old man after ten minutes of pushing and prodding. The old man stuffed a small rectangular parcel into his hands and said with a rough voice, “Next!”.

Liu Feng slowly moved away from the crowd and got out. He saw that there were new carts that opened and they were giving the parcels to soldiers. These soldiers were much more organized, and they lined up in straight lines. They were getting the parcels much faster than the recruits, obviously.

“Looks like discipline pays off.”, he sighed.

“Oh, you got a parcel? That is surprising.”, Yang Chen was behind Liu Feng.

“So did you.”, Liu Feng pointed to the opened parcel in Yang Chen’s hands. There was some rice and a curry.

“Well, unlike you, I had some common sense. I went to the other carts and lined up.”, Yang Chen said.

“Wait. I thought that only soldiers could use those carts.”, Liu Feng looked shocked.

“Well…”, Yang Chen winked and did not say anything more. He continued eating.

“You aren’t the one who keeps secrets. I am.”, Liu Feng grumbled inside as he opened his parcel. There was some rice, a different curry, and the same green paste that he saw at breakfast the previous day.

He ate everything except the green paste and closed it to throw it away. He had some reservations about eating something that he could not recognize and felt that it was better to leave it be.

“Where do we throw this away?”, he asked Yang Chen.

“Over there. There should be bins for this.”, Yang Chen said.

Liu Feng followed his instructions and got to the bins. He threw away the parcel covering and was about to leave when he overheard someone very suspicious talking.

“What do you mean everyone is throwing away the paste? Do you not know that the king wanted to make sure that everyone ate it? I don’t know why, but he wants to make sure that everyone has at least in some quantity the powder that he gave us.”, a sound came from behind one of the carts.

Liu Feng did not go over to investigate. The moment he heard that a king was involved in a suspicious thing, the first thing he thought of was Balor, but he peeked a little and saw two humans talking to each other.

“What the hell is father doing? Looks like even the food here should be avoided.”, Liu Feng thought to himself.

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