"All right, let's go. Do I just leave the stuff here next time?"
Zhao Guang, who had just found his own path, was in a very good mood, feeling as if the skies had cleared after a rain. Everything he saw seemed so vivid, lifting his spirits.
Ocoro waved his hand: "No, still, let me know first. After all, this is still within the military camp. In case we are not careful enough, what if Yars that waste spots us?"
For Ocoro, Yars was always a waste, no matter how capable he is.
"Fine then, let's head out. What are you going to do with these items?"
Ocoro did not speak but mysteriously produced a whistle from somewhere and gave it a blow. There was no audible sound, yet people quickly arrived at the scene and nodded at Ocoro.
Ocoro pointed at the items on the ground, and then those people took them without a word and left.
