"Captain, aren't you going to keep me company with a bite?"
Approaching, Rowdy Brightwill asked with a smile.
"Eat!"
With a laugh, Bard Walker threw two boxes of barbecue over to him.
Rowdy Brightwill caught them with a smile and then sat down in the empty space next to him.
Four seats, all filled.
Rowdy Brightwill was quiet for a while but soon couldn't contain himself and started chatting with Flossie Wright in a low voice.
Listening to the conversation, Bard Walker put down a bamboo stick, glanced at Rowdy Brightwill and Flossie Wright next to him, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he soon let out a helpless sigh.
His own soldiers, although he would scold and kick them when they were close, it was impossible not to feel affection.
