Chapter 282: Big Dreams

A man with eyes akin to a thin slit sat in a small office in the distant towns of the central Schwarz.

The town, landing in the territory of a count, was rather placed well in the center of multiple villages, and with the city of the count right in the back, the place was the perfect spot for their business.

"Man, do you think that farmer from last time survived?"

"I bet his daughter would have tasted good, did we have to hand her over?"

The two of his henchmen continued bothering him with their senseless words.

"What say, leader?"

At the call, the man with slit eyes leaned back on his chair and placed his feet on his table. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a hand-rolled cigarette filled with Kush.

"Both of you have no drive, Carter, Logan."

"No drive?" The bigger of the two hunks asked. "Ah, leader you're going high before even lighting your joint."

"Shut up," the leader snapped at Carter. "Go and bring the newspaper in. Fucker."