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Hakesa dared not provoke Elsa and the others, but he glared viciously at Hailbo, who remained completely unmoved.

This was Yatun, which was different from the Kingdom of Mountains.

There, there was discipline, order, and the Upper Tier knew how to adapt to circumstances. They were reasonable, and Hailbo was becoming more and more drawn to Yatun.

“These are pickled mustard greens and salted vegetables.”

Elsa had someone bring two large dishes of side dishes. “Take as much as you eat.”

The children had never eaten pickled mustard greens or salted vegetables, they hadn’t even heard of them.

“What, what are these?”

“Salty, crunchy.”

Eating the pickled mustard greens, they felt their teeth biting down, the crunchy texture and the subsequent salty and slightly sweet taste made the already hungry children’s appetites soar.

Sadly, Elsa had a rule, each person could only drink a maximum of three bowls.

This wasn’t being stingy, but to protect their stomachs.

Having been hungry for so long, suddenly eating too much could be more than their stomachs could handle, so Elsa had to take good care of their bodies during this time.

“Gurgle gurgle.”

Hakesa’s stomach growled with hunger, but no one shared any food with him.

Hailbo had set a good example for them, telling them that as long as they followed the rules of Yatun, no one would dare to bully them.

“Very good.”

Fiona and Anderson, who were watching them from the shadows, focused their attention on Hailbo.

This child was very intelligent and meticulous in his actions.

If these 120 people were compared to an army, then Hailbo would be the talent capable of rallying the troops’ hearts.

Not showy, knew when to advance and retreat, understood moderation.

What seemed like a casual word or action was actually guiding everyone to follow the rules.

“With him here, this group of civilians will be much easier to manage.”

“As forthat troublemaker,” Gonnia said indifferently, “if he makes another mistake, then tell Your Majesty, and let him decide personally.”

Gonnia had no right to judge these people; only Bailuo had the authority to determine their fate.

“Nono, come, try this, it’s delicious.”

Yilona handed a bowl of rice porridge to Ju Nono, and the girl took a spoonful and tasted it.

“It smells so good.”

There was no strange flavor, it tasted infinitely better than those sour breads.

“What is this, this flavor…”

“It’s like, Mother…”

Like the siblings, there was also Ina, holding her bowl of rice porridge, containing only a little pickled and mustard greens. But even that slight salty flavor was so memorable to her.

“Drip, drip.”

Ina cried, tears streaming down.

She cradled the hot bowl of rice porridge in one hand and wiped her face with her sleeve, which was already a bit dirty, giving her face a layer of grime.

But Ina didn’t care, she was ugly to begin with, and the layer of grime felt almost beautifying.

“It’s like food that can only be found in an Immortal Realm.”

Hailbo had drunk half his bowl, yet his expression became even more solemn.

The Immortal Realm was a myth of the Kingdom of Mountains, which was Hailbo’s homeland.

Of course, the word Immortal Realm could be replaced with Divine Domain, Heaven, Utopia.

In any case, it all meant the same thing: a paradise beyond the mortal world.

“Hungry.”

Big Chunk said to Elsa in a deep voice, “Miss, can I please have one more bowl?”

If it were someone else, Elsa would certainly refuse, after all, drinking three bowls of porridge should be enough to fill a stomach.

But the man in front of her was too special.

“Sir.”

Hailbo said, “Big Guy was just saying, please don’t mind it.”

Big Chunk wasn’t very intelligent, quite naive, but his straightforwardness without guile made Hailbo feel very fond of him.

So throughout their journey, Hailbo took great care of this big boy: “Don’t fuss, I still have two bowls I can drink, I’ll share one with you.”

“Me too.”

Yilona also joined in at this point, “Sir, may I give my bowl to him?”

Although both boys eagerly yearned for the food, their years of hunger had forged a very strong willpower, and drinking one less bowl was of no consequence to them.

But it was different for Big Chunk, given his build, ten bowls might not even be enough as a base.

“What’s yours is yours, it cannot be transferred at will.”

Elsa said coldy, but quickly added, “You, go get three more bowls.”

The words from Elsa surprised both Hailbo and Yilona.

“Quick, thank Big Chunk for the kindness shown by the Sir.”

Hailbo promptly urged Big Chunk to express his gratitude to Elsa.

“Thankyou, Sir. You are truly kind,” he said.

Elsa offered no explanation; it was only reasonable for Big Chunk to drink more given his bulk.

The Yatun believe in rule of law, but not in laws that are harsh and heartless.

Sometimes, one must adapt to the situation.

“Why can he have more?”

Hearing someone seemingly question her decision, Elsa immediately looked up and sure enough, it was that troublemaker Hakesa.

‘Him again? Have I been too lenient? Has he become too arrogant?’ Elsa thought, feeling helpless. Yet, considering they were not enemies, she chose to tolerate Hakesa’s impertinence.

The Yatun Clan, when not facing an enemy, is after all still gentle, as are the Tree Elves.

Furthermore, perhaps it was the lack of a beating, or the humiliation Hailbo brought with him, but it enraged Hakesa to the point where he forgot his place.

When he uttered those words, Hakesa broke into a cold sweat.

Elsa noticed and silently shook her head.

Regardless, it was too early to judge Hakesa’s fate now; he had yet to undergo education and training before it could be determined if he was worthy of becoming part of Yatun.

Elsa had a fondness for Big Chunk because this Silly Big Guy didn’t have a hint of ulterior motives, utterly simple-minded.

Such people were a must for Yatun to embrace.

As soon as he received Yatun’s training and education, he would immediately become a die-hard loyalist.

Bailuo had told Elsa, “Yatun’s choice of individuals is not based on their talents but on their loyalty. If a person is not loyal, even if they have exceptional talent, we do not need them.”

Many of these children harbor their own thoughts.

Jealousy, greed, cunning, despicableness.

But these vices are human nature.

If the slaves they bought were all pure saints, who would devote themselves after being given food, then Bailuo would start doubting if there was something wrong with the world.

That simply isn’t possible!

Out of the 120 children, half of them being innocently simple, Bailuo believed, there certainly were some.

But among the remaining 60, more or less, there were some issues.

Thus, strict education and military-like intensive training were necessary to smooth out their rowdiness and bad habits.

“When you speak to me, you must first raise your hand and then say ‘report’.”

Elsa looked at Hakesa who had spoken out of turn, “Do you have a question?”

“No, no…”

Hakesa was just a hooligan, not truly strong. Bullying ordinary people was one thing, but when faced with the imposing presence of a witch like Elsa, he immediately backed down.

“When you are on the land of our Yatun, you must become one of us,” Though Elsa was young, she knew that when dealing with troublemakers, one must display authority and not indulge their arrogance, “If you have grievances, speak them out. There’s no need to hide or hesitate.”

“Speak!”

Elsa wielded her Miracle Power to intimidate the soul, leaving Hakesa utterly unable to resist, only to hear him say in a trembling voice, “Why, why does he get to have more? Isn’t, isn’t it three bowls per person?”

His authority undermined by Hailbo, now also suffering from hunger, Hakesa could only attempt to stir up dissatisfaction among the other slaves to salvage some of his own dignity.

Yet, how utterly ridiculous!

Jealousy, greed, feelings of injustice.

But where in the world is fairness to be found? Even in Yatun, fairness is relative.

They are commoners, and it’s fundamentally impossible for them to receive the same treatment as Yatun Citizens.

Impossible indeed, right?

If those who fought and risked their lives alongside oneself received the very same treatment as a bunch dragging their feet, that would be the greatest evil!

Big Chunk was not a man of Yatun, and Elsa was certainly entitled to refuse him. But the citizens of Yatun are flesh and blood; they are not inflexible old sticks in the mud.

As a matter of fact, if it weren’t for the concern for their physical condition, Elsa would be willing to let them eat their fill.

Hakesa only saw the immediate, trivial gains, completely oblivious to the goals of the people of Yatun.