The Situation Was Good
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Kant and Rolf entered the posthouse.
Desert bandits, who served as servants, entered and exited the side door. They quickly served the food in the kitchen. Soon, the long table in the hall was filled with the fragrance of the food.
It was all simple food. Dried sausage, roasted dried meat, and fruits from the Senwaya range.
Naturally, there were plenty of sweet date palm.
"Not bad."
Kant nodded in satisfaction.
Rolf was very meticulous in his consideration of the details.
When he first set up the posthouse here, it was for the purpose of replenishing supplies midway. Whether it was outsiders, Kant's troops, or the trade caravan, they could all rest here, obtain water and food, and have a good rest.
After all, the environment of the Nahrin Desert was cruel. Even if they were used to living like this, they could still feel the deep malice brought by the environment.
It was malice.