Six cultivators accompanied Qin Mo on this trip to the north. Kelly and Xu Luo, whom Qin Mo knew well, also came along. Everyone was like birds released from their cages, teasing and joking with each other, just like attending an outdoor party.
"Your Excellency Qin Mo, would your Great Xia warriors bring such 'miscellaneous' things to the battlefield?"
Heatherine couldn't stand it anymore. She believed that her originally very steady "subordinates" had been corrupted by Qin Mo. She was going to fight a war, not to travel.
“Oh! Your Highness Heatherine, if it’s the Great Xia army going out, there will be a special cooks to handle these things. If they are going deep into enemy territory alone, the necessary support equipment still needs to be prepared.” Qin Mo didn’t understand what Heatherine meant, so she had to tell the truth.
“I once fought my way from Riga to St. Petersburg in the winter with nothing but weapons. Once deep in enemy territory, the only thing I could rely on was your weapon; everything else was just a burden.”
"Your Highness Heatherine, thank you for your guidance. I will remember your words."
Although Qin Mo was a ruthless man who had ventured nearly a thousand miles into enemy territory, he did not refute Heather's words on the spot. Having worked in a state-owned enterprise in his previous life, Qin Mo knew that it was acceptable to have opinions about one's superior, but these could only be discussed privately between the two of them. One should never speak ill of one's superior in front of others, especially when one's own abilities were not necessarily superior to those of one's superior.
Qin Mo's method of giving advice to Heather was quite unique. When the group passed through Florence, Qin Mo bought all the materials, including canvas, fur, and leather rope, and made a complete set of outdoor camping gear on the bumpy carriage. Then, one night during a camping trip, he threw it onto Heather's carriage.
“Your Highness Heatherine, these are the equipment I used when I hunted orcs alone in the northern part of Great Xia. Not every cultivator has your level of cultivation and strength. We must use various means to protect our combat power.”
After Qin Mo finished speaking, he walked over to his companions who were eager to try out the sleeping bags and tents. After spending a few days together, they had become very friendly towards him and were no longer the fearful people they used to be.
Heather watched as the young people crawled into their little tents, chattering about their feelings about the sleeping bags, their occasional soft laughter full of youthful energy. Suddenly, she felt a warmth spread through her heart, which had been frozen for years.
She unfolded her sleeping bag inside the carriage. The soft, high-quality fur felt incredibly warm to the touch. She yawned, crawled into the sleeping bag, and was instantly enveloped in its smooth, warm sensation.
Before falling asleep, Heatherine suddenly asked herself groggily, "How old am I again? Twenty-six... or twenty-eight?" Want to chat with more like-minded people about *Sailing and Conquest*? Follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to read novels, discuss life, and find kindred spirits!
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