Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

# Chapter 169: I Have No Money (Condescendingly) Lucas Reeve’s reason for choosing Mudrock’s squad was simple.

They were all Infected, so they would integrate more easily into the Reunion Movement in the future, avoiding conflicts between the Infected and non-Infected. Secondly, they were all Sarkaz mercenaries, and the strength of Sarkaz mercenaries is generally much greater than that of ordinary soldiers.

Though it seemed like just over a hundred people, in reality, with Mudrock included, they could go head-to-head with a 300-strong ordinary military unit as long as they weren’t completely outmatched in equipment.

Right now, the Reunion Movement was in dire need of people. If they truly wanted to step out of the shadows, they had to strengthen themselves.

The third and most important point was that among these hundred-plus people, there were no truly evil individuals.

Lucas Reeve’s spiritual sight was practically a human lie detector. He could easily distinguish whether a person was good or evil. Expressions could deceive, looks could deceive, but the soul could not.

Faced with Alina’s persuasion.

Mudrock sat on the stool without speaking.

Her back was ramrod straight, her chest proud, her curves exquisite. Her snow-white hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her crimson, flame-like eyes were filled with indecision.

She didn’t like being attached to any power.

If this were the Mudrock who had just left Kazdel, she would have refused Talulah’s suggestion without a second thought. After all, over a year ago, she was young and spirited, believing she could lead everyone to a place where they could live peacefully and happily on her own.

But...

After more than a year of suppression from the world.

The original three hundred-plus people had dwindled to just over a hundred.

For over a year, Mudrock had witnessed the sacrifice of too many comrades. Some died in Catastrophes, some died at the hands of monsters in the wilderness, some died at the hands of fellow humans, and many died from Oripathy and hunger.

Gradually.

Mudrock had grown numb.

She had also begun to doubt herself, to doubt whether she could be a qualified captain.

Even.

Today, upon arriving at the Reunion camp, sitting by the warm stove, drinking a bowl of steaming fresh vegetable congee instead of chewing on hard, nutritionless bread or compressed biscuits—at that moment, her heart had actually wavered slightly. Why was it that as a fellow wandering squad of the Infected, they could live so comfortably, even having their own settlement, while she had been leading her comrades to flee everywhere, never even getting enough to eat?

Although she had directly refused Talulah’s words.

In reality, Mudrock had no confidence at all.

Lucas Reeve said nothing, just watched from the side. Surtr sat in a corner with Lucas Reeve, also watching. She leaned forward, slightly bored, her fair legs crossed, her elbow resting on her thigh and her palm cupping her cheek, her purple eyes blinking.

For some reason, she suddenly liked to use her own eyes to see everything before her, to record everything.

After Lucas Reeve used his power yesterday to envelop her previous memory fragments so that her current memories would no longer be lost, Surtr began to enjoy being an observer, using her own eyes to record all the beautiful, sad, or serious moments she had once missed.

Talulah continued her persuasion.

”Miss Mudrock, I’m sure you’re aware of how difficult it is for the Infected to live in this land. Only by banding together can we have a better chance at life. We are not short on food right now, and as for Oripathy, thanks to Mr. Reeve, we receive monthly shipments of Oripathy suppression medication from Columbia. This medication is not yet on the market; we have an internal supply channel.”

Though Talulah was a bit simple-minded, she was by no means a poor speaker.

Her analysis was sound and logical, like a top-tier salesperson.

”Oripathy suppression medication?”

Mudrock was a bit too embarrassed to speak. She held it in for a few seconds before finally forcing out a sentence, looking a bit cute.

”Excuse me... if you don’t mind, could you show me the medication? I’ve never seen such a thing... I’m a bit skeptical....”

”No problem.”

Talulah agreed decisively, as if she had been prepared. She took out the pre-prepared Oripathy suppression medication from her pocket. It was a small syringe filled with a swaying, emerald-green liquid. Talulah pushed the syringe in front of Mudrock and said.