Chapter 101 - Chapter 101: 74. Sister cuts fruit _2 (1/2)

Chapter 101: 74. Sister cuts fruit _2

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“Just today, Davis’s army has lost 6 corporals, 4 sergeants, and 2 senior sergeants. It seems they’ve encountered huge trouble in Grave 612. May the Empire bless their triumphant return.”

“Davis’s Army…” Noland Lee slowly nodded. He had seen the word “Davis” on the soldier’s uniform before.

“Is this military unit famous within the Legion? Sully.” Noland Lee asked.

“Yes, they are one of the three long-established military units in the Korabo

Legion. The position of the army commander and guards is controlled by the

Davis family, and only family members can hold these positions.”

Sully glanced behind Noland Lee and swept her gaze across the meal box on the bedside table:

“It seems your appetite isn’t very good. Shall I peel some fruit for you? Apple or orange?”

Noland Lee smiled and didn’t refuse: “Don’t bother, Sully. Just bring me an apple, I’ll eat it myself.”

“Okay, you wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Sully gazed at Noland Lee’s ice-blue eyes, momentarily lost in thought, her cheeks faintly reddened.

She turned around, holding the meal tray, and walked towards the nearby nurse’s station with her head down.

Noland Lee chuckled and shook his head, even more perplexed.

He thought the original master’s appearance was indeed stunning but not to the point where it would cause a female nurse whom he had only seen a few times to expose her feelings…

Tsk, is this the treatment of a male deity?

It didn’t take Sully long to return with a glass box in her hand.

Not waiting for her to speak, a figure walking out of the stairway entrance caught his attention.

“Yog, are we out of disinfectant?”

Sully looked in the direction of the person and asked.

Nolan Lee squinted to take a closer look.

This sergeant named Yog seemed to have an illness.

His skin was frighteningly pale, like white paper, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

He wore a senior soldier’s uniform, but his size was similar to Noland Lee’s, not as rugged and robust as Corporal Mars or Sergeant Alvin Stafford.

Blood vessels were visible on the whites of his eyes, and his dark eye bags indicated poor sleep quality. He spoke weakly, accompanied by bouts of coughing.

“Ahem ahem ahem… Sully… disinfectant, I still have some.”