End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350 Not Yours

Rolf moved to intereept her. “Ella, our vehicles aren’t that way!”

“I know,” Ella said, turning to face him. “This is our share.”

The expression on Rolf’s face went rigid. “Your share? What do you mean, your share?”

Flushed

Ella looked genuinely puzzled. “Robin collected this as payment from the other bases. It belongs to us.”

“You can’t just…” Rolf’s voice climbed. “That grain belongs to the whole base!”

Eleven hundred sacks.

He’d been operating under the assumption that every sack was communal property, and now Ella was standing there telling him it belonged exclusively to Robin’s group.

Kevin read the air in an instant and took a sharp step back. “Looks like you’ve got some things to sort out, Rolf. I’ll leave you to it.”

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Then he was gone.

An internal fracture.

So that was how it was. Robin operated under the Tyrant Base banner, but she clearly wasn’t anyone Rolf couldly rein in.

Kevin had witnessed something that could easily blow back on him if Rolf decided to save face by taking his humiliation out on a convenient bystander.

Kevin was far too sharp to let himself become that bystander.

Rolf drew in a slow, controlled breath.

He decided this needed to be addressed directly.

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“Ms. Neel.”

“Yes?”

“Ella tells me those 1,100 sacks belong to your group alone?”

Robin turned the question back on him. “Is there a problem with that?”

Rolf’s brow pulled together hard. “Every resource our base acquires gets pooled and redistributed according to each member’s contribution. Taking that grain for yourself without going through that process isn’t exactly by the book.”

Robin tilted her head with a smile. “Redistributed according to contribution?

“Rolf, if we’re actually applying that standard, what we’d be entitled to is a lot more than 1,100 sacks.”

11:31 am

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Chapter 350 tot Yours

What are you talking about…”

Finished

Robin’s voice stayed unhurried and even. “Don’t forget, if I hadn’t stepped in yesterday, most of the people standing on this ground right now probably wouldn’t still be alive. And the only reason we moved all this grain as fast as we did is because Vivian took control of the spider queen fast night. I don’t think I need to explain to you what the spider queen is worth

“In other words, Vivian and I are the reason every single one of these bases still has a heartbeat. Eleven hundred sacks for saving that many lives doesn’t seem unreasonable to me.”

Rolf couldn’t find a single word to throw back at her.

Because every word she’d said was true.

He ground his teeth together. “It’s still not how things are supposed to work…”

Robin’s expression settled into something flat and final. “Alright. Since we’re talking about how things are supposed to work, tell me exactly how many sacks you think you should walk away with.”

Rolf blinked. “I’m the commander…”

“If the rules apply to everyone, shouldn’t a commander lead by example?”

“That’s different…”

“How is it different?”

Rolf had the distinct sensation that he should have an entire arsenal of rebuttals available to him. None of

them mater

He finally managed a stiff, frustrated exhale. “We’ll/settle it this way for now. But next time, this is absolutely not how it goes.”

Robin smiled pleasantly. “There won’t be a next time.”

Of course there wouldn’t be.

Because by the time they returned from this run, Tyrant Base would no longer exist inthe form he knew.

Rolf walked away from the exchange with his dignity in splinters, the pressure rolling off him in waves dark enough to feel.

Donald materialized at his elbow with the eager, ingratiating energy of a man trying to be useful. “Rolf, something bothering you?”

Rolf’s face was a storm cloud. He swept a quick look around to confirm no one was within earshot, then dropped his voice to a low, tight murmur. “Donald. Is there any way to get rid of Robin?”

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