The group headed to Stronghold 178 from the Central Plains did not consist of a lot of people. Although Milo was badly injured and immobilized in the backseat, he could roughly tell that there were about 20 of them. The six off-road vehicles formed a convoy, with one of them pulling along a supplies trailer.
The key figures of the convoy were probably the pair of siblings named Colton and Joyce. However, the two of them did not put on any airs. They seemed to be very easygoing, and the other people in the convoy did not feel any pressure in their presence.
As they traveled, Milo checked on his wound. The tear in his right side was horrific. Fortunately, these people had stitched it up for him. Otherwise, he would probably have died before he could even come around and apply the black medicine on himself. The sutures over the wound were straight and neat. He could tell the person who did it was meticulous.
Listening to what these people were saying, Milo realized he had been swept by the floodwaters to more than a 100 kilometers away. He did not even know how he survived.
When it was time to eat, Colton’s subordinates brought over some piping hot food for Milo.
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Sorry, this chapter is locked. Only readers with active membership account can access this page.
Visit https://virtual-novel.net/donate/ to have active membership account.
Alternative site is available for free readers (no regular updates for some titles)
OR LOGIN: