Chapter 187: Atrox Seres
Surprisingly, the Chaos Platoon’s operations ended up being smoother than Hal expected, and before they knew it, two weeks had already passed.
The skies weren’t dimming yet, but that time of the day was approaching.
Beneath, grayish-white smoke rose to the heavens, and a breeze, with just the right amount of coldness, blew by, caressing the skin of twenty youngsters all at the age of twenty-three and below as dead leaves gently fell.
They laughed and chatted quite merrily, enjoying the picturesque pond a few meters away from their makeshift log benches, foldable chairs, and earthen table as three of them took the helm in roasting a large chunk of purple meat.
It wasn’t as appetizing as regular meat in terms of appearance, but the taste was just fine—a bit more savory and complex, even.
The Chaos Platoon formed bonds, eating meat while drinking beer and sodas, courtesy of Hal’s recently unlocked Chaos Shop.
The prices of mundane products were equivalent to five to ten [Common]-tier draws each, with the more luxurious options exceeding even that.
However, Hal knew these guys would stay with him for a long time, so he believed that such expenditures could even be considered small compared to the bonds they would form by doing leisurely, mundane things together.
Having a barbecue by the pond while drinking alcoholic and carbonated beverages sure was a great way to unwind after a bloody day of hunting Fell Beasts.
They were becoming accustomed to the job by now and were slowly growing numb to the pressure.
Even the Yhohan, Rocky, and Hao Squadrons weren’t that reluctant to engage C-ranked Fell Beasts anymore.
That said, Hal had gained quite a lot of points over those two weeks, totaling a little over 13,000.