End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 324

Feast of Illusions

He shot Donald a sharp glare..

Useless.

Donald shrank under that look, a little aggrieved.

Finished

Bruno snorted under his breath. “Dane’s clearly playing it cool. Yeah, he’s strong, but we can’t look too eager right now. Otherwise, they’ll have us wrapped around their finger.

Donald suddenly got it. He rolled his eyes. “Wow, look at you. Acting smart. I could’ve figured that out myself. I didn’t need you to say it.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Bruno smirked. “Of course, you could’ve figured it out without me.”

“Watch it…”

Donald was about to snap back, but someone beside Rolf shot him a warning look.

He had no choice but to swallow it.

After walking them through the base, it was clear that compared to other places, Tyrant Base was fairly well–organized.

Rolf and his people carried themselves with quiet arrogance, convinced their strength alone was enough to keep Dane.

What they didn’t realize was that, to Dane and the others, this place felt like child’s play.

Once you’ve seen better, you

don’t go back.

Rolf glanced at his watch and suddenly looked surprised. “Oh look at that. I’ve completely lost track of time. It’s gotten late. After all that walking, you must be hungry

Without waiting for a reply, he clapped his hands and turned to his guards. “Go, bring but the best we’ve got. We need to treat our guests properly.”

Then he led everyone into a large dining hall.

“Please, have a seat.”

“You all know how things are these days. Supplies are tight, so we don’t have anything too special. I hope you won’t mind.”

He said that, but the confident smile on his lips told a different story.

Guards carrying trays filed in, and a faint aroma drifted through the room.

“Meat?”

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Chapter 324 A Feast of Illusions

Finished

Dylan raised a brow, a little surprised.

He didn’t expect this base to have meat.

Seeing his reaction. Rolf’s smile widened.

He knew how scarce supplies were now. Even bread was a luxury outside, let alone meat.

At this point, it was less about recruiting Dane and more about showing off.

“Umm…”

Robin curled her lip slightly, hiding the disgust in her eyes.

One look, and she could tell it was cheap pre–apocalypse processed meat. God knew what it was made from.

“Meat? Rolf’s actually serving them meat!”

Donald’s eyes went wide. It had been so long since he’d even smelled something like this.

His mouth watered. He wanted

And it wasn’t just meat.

a bite so bad.

A few small, unripe fruits were set on the table too. They looked rough, shriveled from sitting too long.

Robin’s group exchanged a glance. They didn’t say a word, but the message was clear.

The people from Tyrant Base clearly didn’t see it that way.

“Those are apples!”

“Actual apples? I haven’t had one in forever!”

“I want a bite so bad…”

“Yeah, keep dreaming. Who do you think you are? You think Rolf’s giving you fruit like that?”

“Are you serious? I was just thinking out loud. Am I not allowed to say

it?”

Whispers spread through the room, almost all of them fixated on the apples.

Robin took a couple of symbolic bites. The food was hard to swallow.

But to Rolf, that only made her more impressive.

“Mr. Bone, you really know how to discipline your people. Even with food like this in front of them, they can keep their composure. That’s really impressive.”

Dane said nothing.

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