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"Master, it's me! It's really me! Please don't throw your spear!"
Kuiradi frantically waved a white flag, shouting desperately as he stumbled forward, terrified that he might be mistaken for a spy sent by the bandits and attacked.
John furrowed his brow, squinting in the direction of the voice. At first, he couldn't recognize the figure rushing towards him. But as Kuiradi got closer, John focused his gaze and, after some effort, finally recognized the person who looked like a black coal ball was indeed Kuiradi.
John was somewhat surprised. He clearly remembered that Kuiradi's skin had been slightly yellowish before, but now it was so dark that he seemed to blend in with the shadows.
"What happened to you? Why are you so black?"
"Oh dear, Master! Don't mention it! I've been battered by wind and rain these past few days, and there are annoying mosquitoes everywhere. They swarm around me like a pack of starving wolves, buzzing incessantly and seizing every opportunity to bite me. Boo hoo hoo!"
At this point, the burly Kuiradi actually covered his face and began to cry.
John felt no sympathy; instead, his stomach churned as he silently cursed.
"What a useless fellow! If it were the gentle and beautiful Iman or the charming Annie shedding tears here, I might feel a pang of pity and go comfort them. But it's you, this rough man, crying like a baby—it's utterly disgusting!"
With that thought in mind, John raised his foot as if to stomp on Kuiradi.
"Enough of this nonsense! Get yourself together! I've already instructed the chef to prepare a delicious roasted leg of lamb for you; it's just behind you. Go grab it!"
John shouted at Kuiradi with irritation.
Upon hearing about the roasted leg of lamb, Kuiradi immediately stopped crying, wiped away his tears and snot, and hurriedly ran back while mumbling to himself.
"Hehehe, thank you for your generosity, Master! I'm going to enjoy my leg of lamb now!"
Seeing Kuiradi's gluttonous demeanor, John shook his head helplessly and chose to ignore the fool. He turned to Master beside him and called out, "Alright, stop dawdling! Get the troops organized and prepare for an attack!"
Bandit Camp Watchtower
At noon, the sun blazed fiercely in the sky, showering golden rays generously upon the earth.
By the watchtower, two figures—bandits KFC and McDonald's—lazily sat on a rickety bench. They squinted their eyes in delight as they soaked up the warm sunlight while their nostrils twitched slightly, trying to catch whiffs of enticing aromas wafting from deep within the camp.
As time passed, the tempting scent grew stronger, and their stomachs responded with a series of rumbling sounds in unison.
KFC rubbed his belly and couldn't help but exclaim.
Ah, being a bandit is truly the way to go! Life has never felt so leisurely and carefree. Those poor serfs toil away in the fields, growing crops, while we just need to rob a little and can feast to our hearts' content without breaking a sweat. It's simply delightful!
Thinking back to the moment I first became a bandit, a sense of indescribable satisfaction surged within me, as if that was when I truly grasped the meaning of life.
My companion sniffed the air eagerly and confidently declared, "I bet you can tell just by the smell that the leader definitely had the kitchen prepare some meat!"
Hearing this, I looked at him skeptically and scoffed, "Oh really? How are you so good at this? Did you grow a dog’s nose or something? You can smell meat from so far away? I don't buy it!"
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