At this moment, Marquis Bolton came back, his face now transformed from a dejected look to one of pride. He said eagerly, "My wife thought I was dead, she cried until her voice went hoarse. Everyone outside says I don't get along with my wife well, but they're just sour grapes because they can't have what we have!"
Qing Chen was silent for two seconds: "Marquis, let's talk business..."
"Oh oh," Bolton hastily replied, "My wife said there's a Silver City Troops near here heading to the No. 5 Outpost Base, they've been ordered by the Kingdom to come and support, they can pick us up along the way, isn't that great?"
Qing Chen was speechless: "Marquis, what's so great about that? If it's a retreating troop, that's one thing, but this troop is heading to support the fight, are they picking us up so we can go and die together? The scale of this war will be much larger than we imagined, everyone who wants to survive will have to rely on luck."
Bolton wilted upon hearing this.
