Watching Jelia with her eager, almost cat-like anticipation, Ali simply shook her head, unsure how much of her advice had actually been absorbed.
Clearly, the iron pot wasn't something Jelia had been carrying around.
And the wild vegetables simmering within it, while abundant outside, were still sourced from the wilderness.
Fortunately, Code 19 was dead, and Gick's attention wouldn't be on them for the time being.
Monka had already set his plans in motion.
Whatever his intentions, Gick couldn't access the village's secrets without confronting him.
As long as Monka remained alive, the villagers of the forest settlement stood united as one.
How would Gick deal with Monka?
Assassination? Imprisonment?
Neither seemed like viable strategies.
Such conventional tactics wouldn't catch a figure as prepared as Monka unawares.
