Chapter 152: City Watch (1/2)

“Want some? The seasoning is not that good, but it would taste good when cooked with soup.”

The middle-aged man Mufasa who always appeared casual whipped out a wooden spoon from out of nowhere, stirring the bubbling, boiling meat soup while scooping out a spoonful. “I’m quite confident in cooking soups.” He said.

Nala, who had been drifting to sleep, slowly woke up after sniffing the fragrant smell of the soup.

“Could it be a trap, like ‘You kids are now a convert of our church after drinking our soup’?” Simba asked cautiously.

He could not help being careful, with children disappearing from the slums every passing day.

“Relax, I’m not that desperate… it’s a permanent quest in the first place.”

Mufasa nonchalantly said something Simba didn’t understand at all, although he did appear to not bear ill will.

Moreover, despite Simba and Zazu clenching on the stones and looking ready to attack at any given moment, they were actually putting on airs since they had long since became powerless after going hungry for so long.

Indeed, Mufasa would have used his long knife that could slice off thick bacon like butter to easily destroy them if he was hostile.

The two boys looked at each other and eventually decided to compromise.

The three children hence took out the small wooden bowl hidden in a corner of a room, took a huge serving of soup before taking turns to drink it.

“It’s so tasty!” Simba couldn’t help whispering.

Nonetheless, it was obvious that both him and Zazu were trying their best to control their impulse of finishing the soup in one gulp so that the frail Nala could have more.

Mufasa could not help but smile at that serious look. “Drink as much as you want.”

“Aren’t you having any, sir?” Nala asked in her tiny, meek voice.

“Hahaha! I may look like this, but I’ve actually earned a lot just a few days ago. I won’t miss a little food!” Mufasa smiled in return.

“Liar. I saw you getting caught by the city watch—they even hung you at the gates to warn the people!” Simba did not hesitate to expose Mufasa’s lies.

“Ahem! What are you talking about? Kids like you won’t ever understand adults’ plans. It’s a tactic I made with the city watch!” Thick-skinned, Mufasa started boasting instead. “We are basically brothers now!”

The three children merely casted him doubtful looks.

At first, Mufasa had been intending to continue making things up as he went along when his gaze sharpened and he stopped talking to listen carefully.

There were footsteps outside the house once again.

Unlike just now when he came in himself, there were at least a dozen people this time. Almost half of the footsteps were also quite dull, and no one could have heard it if they didn’t strain their ears. Moreover, it could only be either some fat person weighting over two hundred catties, or they were wearing heavy armor.

And the only people who could wear armor in the city was the watchmen under the mayor’s command—church military units only wore cloth armor, and those without heavy armor were ordinary soldiers. After all, the winter left the city watch shorthanded, and they had to ordinary bring in a mix of ordinary soldiers for patrols and other duties.

Mufasa’s face dropped immediately. “Eat up. Pretend you never saw me if anyone asks!”

With that, he slipped away swiftly, climbing up what remained of the roof and vanished from sight.

And just after he left, soldiers from city watch arrived inside the broken house.