Kenneth’s arrival was not necessarily bad news for Vanilla. At the very least, they would not need so many people to keep watch at night anymore.
When Kenneth was ready to go to bed, the people under Kenneth’s control stood outside the campsite in a circle and held hands with each other. Vanilla suddenly felt like he wanted to play the Drop the Handkerchief.
Disregarding whether this was a strange sight or not, with such a force guarding around the campsite tirelessly, no one could successfully launch a sneak attack at all.
Just as Kenneth was about to enter his tent, he suddenly stepped back. “Oh yeah, I forgot something important.”
When he said that, everyone at the campsite stopped what they were doing for fear that Kenneth would do something crazy.
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