Enna Clark stood at the entrance of the courtyard, dazed for a moment and unable to snap back to reality. She turned her head to the man beside her and asked, "Baron Lawrence, what is this place?"
It somehow looked like a training field to her.
Anyway, it was completely out of sync with Baron Lawrence's usual style.
"Follow me." Baron Lawrence took her hand and led her inside.
Entering from the outside, a row of people vigorously training in olive-green T-shirts inside the courtyard confirmed her guess; this was indeed a training base.
Why had Baron Lawrence brought her to a training base?
"121, 121, 1212, faster! Did none of you eat today?! Speed up! If you don't complete the task within one minute, you'll run ten extra laps!" The man blowing a whistle next to them shouted authoritative commands.
A few in olive-green T-shirts curiously glanced over to Enna, only to be spotted immediately, "4003, 4006, 4009, step out!"
