Kayden was indeed that kind of person. After ten years in Battlefield, he had become unromantic. His world revolved around fighting and killing, and when he had something to express, he did so bluntly without any embellishments or attempts to charm women. Getting him to initiate a conversation was out of the question.
It would be lucky for a man who spent years wandering among the dead and was known as War God, to be able to get married and have a wife.
Georgia understood Kayden well enough. Rather than falling silent because he didn’t speak, she proactively sought a topic. “By the way, Ferris came to see me yesterday. He begged me to let him go!”
Kayden smirked coldly. “Did he kneel?”
Georgia nodded, her eyes wide with surprise. “He did!”
“Good. No one will dare offend you again,” Kayden replied, his tone steady.
“I know!” Georgia hesitated, then moved to the balcony, asking, “Can I know who you really are?”
Kayden paused, then replied, “Shouldn’t you already know who I am?”
“Are you really in the military?” Georgia lowered her voice, curious.
“Yeah, I am,” Kayden confirmed.
“Got it!” Georgia felt a surge of emotions and thought of something else. “I have another question.”
“Go ahead.”
“Did you ask the Saint Dragon Business Association to send me the invitation?” Georgia asked.
Kayden paused for a moment, then said, “No! What’s the Saint Dragon Business Association? I’ve never heard of it.”
Georgia fell silent, then said, “Forget it. I don’t want to discuss this now. Just come home early after you finish your business!” With that, she hung up.
Three days after Fletcher’s incident, the St. George Medical Center was heavily guarded, fortified with countless defenses.
As autumn set in, the evening breeze felt chilly against the skin. The dim yellow lights outside cast a gloomy shadow, possibly due to the towering buildings nearby.
Enoch led a team stationed at the hospital’s main entrance, all holding rifles, standing tall like a row of sturdy pines.
Surrounding him were gathered forces, comprising about a fifth of the area’s strength. Not only was the outside heavily fortified, but the inside was also meticulously arranged. Even if a mosquito came in, it would never fly out.
It was a lockdown order from Kayden, a top-tier security measure in Seclela. The area had to cooperate fully with Kayden’s mission.
After the turmoil caused by his wife’s antics, Enoch felt immense guilt toward Kayden. He feared that if Kayden became angry, he might lose his position. His life’s work could be taken away with a mere command. Having been in this line of work for so long, he knew who to provoke and who to avoid.
Kayden, a god-like figure in Battlefield, was not someone Enoch could afford to cross. This was his third night personally on duty. He must use his action to prove his loyalty.
“Commander, why don’t you go rest tonight? We’ve been on guard for two nights without any incidents. I doubt anyone would dare approach with this setup!” an older soldier suggested, trying to be accommodating.
Enoch’s expression darkened. “Get out of here! What are you talking about?”
The old soldier trembled, quickly responding, “I’m just worried about you! You still have work to do during the day, and if you wear yourself out, who will manage things in the area?”
“Hmph!” Enoch gazed into the distance, speaking earnestly, “What? Is this what you call tired? If I can’t handle this little fatigue, how can I face my position? We’re in the city. There’s no war, just minor scuffles. Have you thought about those heroes in Battlefield?”
“Those heroes live like this day after day, year after year, sometimes going days and nights without sleep. As a defender of this area, how can I close my eyes during such times? As warriors of this area, we must have ironclad resolve. If I can’t endure a few days of this, I might as well go home! Now, listen up, everyone-100% focus, absolute seriousness. Do your duty!” After saying this, Enoch straightened his posture, addressing not just the old soldier but all the warriors behind him.
The old soldier lowered his head, remorseful. “I’m sorry, Commander!”
Enoch waved his hand, indicating he wouldn’t hold a grudge. He looked around, his sharp eyes glinting like an eagle on the hunt.
Suddenly, the previously calm atmosphere began to stir. A breeze picked up, rustling the branches of the nearby trees beneath the yellow streetlights.
Enoch’s brow furrowed involuntarily as he observed the swaying leaves. After decades in Battlefield, he had developed a keen awareness of danger. Though he might not match the battlefield experts, he was certainly more perceptive than the average person. This wind was moderate, perhaps level three at most.
He redirected his gaze back to the hospital entrance. It was empty, and as the wind subsided, he breathed a sigh of relief-seemed it was just a breeze.
But just as he relaxed, another gust of wind swept through, this time stronger, scattering more leaves. Soon, the ground was littered with yellow foliage, swirling in the gusts. It felt like a normal wind, and Enoch relaxed his guard.
A few minutes later, everything settled into silence, even the rustling leaves ceased. The night deepened, with few vehicles visible on the distant road.
Having experienced those two winds, the surroundings felt peaceful again. Enoch sighed, thinking he had been overly sensitive, mistaking the winds for ominous signs.
Maybe I am overthinking it.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, the wind returned!