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New Era of Humanity in the Apocalypse
“How does this meal look?” Brother suddenly spoke up.
“Yes, it looks delicious.” Duan Shuai habitually grabbed a piece of steak and took a big bite, chewing with a sound reminiscent of a pig grunting.
While there was nothing inherently wrong with this, to those above him, such actions were quite uncouth. If a young child were to eat like this, their upbringing would surely prompt an adult to intervene, striking their palm with a ruler to admonish them that such behavior was unacceptable. A gentleman should keep his elbows off the table, using the knife and fork from the outermost utensils inward.
However, Duan Shuai was not one of their family; he was a guest from afar. Thus, the host had strict expectations for the appearance and behavior of the servants, insisting they speak softly, work meticulously, and eat without making noise. Most importantly, they should not raise their voices.
This was to prevent bits of food or saliva from being released into the air, which would be quite unseemly for other diners.
As Duan Shuai ate in this manner, others turned to look at him. Their faces revealed little emotion; it was simply because he was Freyr's guest that they felt no need to impose family rules upon him.
Clearly, Duan Shuai was aware of this to some extent, but he wasn’t sure if he had truly done something wrong. Eating steak like this felt comfortable—big bites were satisfying. Yet he noticed some servants wearing mocking expressions, prompting him to slowly set down his utensils.
“Use this.” A butler appeared out of nowhere, bringing over a bowl of hot water with floating chrysanthemums. The entire bowl emitted a fragrant aroma.
“Is this for drinking?” Duan Shuai asked in confusion.
“Oh? No, no, no. It’s just for washing your hands,” the butler replied incredulously, shaking his head vigorously to discourage him from drinking it.
“Washing hands?” Duan Shuai questioned in disbelief. “Such fragrant water is just for washing hands?” He then noticed the servants nearby were on the verge of laughter, hastily covering their reddening faces as he tentatively dipped his hands into the bowl. After all, he had never experienced such lavish treatment; perhaps undergoing this ritual would transform him into someone whom women would find appealing.
Once his hands were completely clean, the butler took away the bowl and handed him a damp towel.
"Is this for drying hands?" Duan Shuai asked hurriedly, trying to avoid embarrassing himself again. Living like this for too long felt exhausting, as they had to do it every day. It seemed everyone here had gotten used to it, but he didn't think Freyr, who had served alongside him in the army, possessed that noble air.
When Freyr was in the army, he ate heartily just like Duan Shuai and didn't seem to harbor any different thoughts about others. Yet, it appeared there was still a gap between people. Freyr was exceptionally capable and disguised it well; no wonder he could lead a team.
Meanwhile, after breakfast, Duan Shuai stood up slowly, mimicking the others. The servants quickly cleared the table, retreating swiftly and leaving only a few at their main dining table.
Freya's Wife excused herself as well. There was no other reason; she indeed had many things to attend to and couldn't stay by her husband's side at that moment.
No one likes a clingy woman; even she understood this principle. Sometimes women should know how to cater to men and be the type that leans on them, but there are times when they shouldn't always yield.
"Today's meal made me look foolish," Duan Shuai remarked as they walked together.
"Haha, it's fine. There's no need to worry about such things. You've done better than before; don't carry any burdens in your heart," someone reassured him—it was none other than Freyr.
At that moment, they had all eaten their fill and were walking down the street. The climate here seemed to have cultivated a vibrant atmosphere, with crowded pedestrian streets and various specialty eateries.
In this rustic town, many people were busy making a living, bustling around while only the children played outside without a care in the world.
After walking a while on the pedestrian street, they returned to the villa.
Freyr took his own car out for a drive. He enjoyed this moment; no one would bother him now. After all, he relished his solitary life and indeed had some matters to attend to alone.
Delegating tasks to others felt troublesome; it was more suitable for him to handle things himself, and he didn't want to ask anyone else to do it.
Thus, he drove around outside for a while before heading toward the city center. He parked his car and arrived at the Supermarket. He came here to buy something essential for his team—a tool they relied on for maintaining their physical energy output.
Entering the Supermarket, he picked out a few items and left through the back exit. His next destination was the training ground he had rented earlier.
The Gatekeeper was diligently upholding the rules of the place, keeping a watchful eye over his territory. His current days were quite leisurely.
With the influx of funds, he no longer had to worry about making ends meet. He even volunteered to organize training sessions for the young ones, allowing them to come here and enjoy free activities, as long as they didn’t get hurt; they could make as much noise as they wanted.
Freyr parked his vehicle in the back lot; he needed this space today. However, he didn’t mind the kids coming here to train since it was meant for physical exercise. He was fine with them having fun, but he insisted that they leave the equipment and the interior in good condition.
The old man at the gate was well aware of the rules and made sure to keep the training area locked up.
He regularly waxed the floors and ensured they were spotless, even though the training ground was being used less and less.
Still, he couldn’t forget these rules. He felt a sense of guilt if he didn’t maintain the training area properly.
“Old Dragon, can I use the training ground?” Freyr approached, and Old Dragon had sensed someone coming from afar and immediately stood up to greet him.
He waved his hand quickly and smiled, “Everything is ready. You can rest assured about that. I regularly wax the floors and prohibit anyone else from coming in. The equipment inside is also maintained on schedule, so feel free to use it.”
“Good, that’s great. I’ll need it for two weeks. The kids outside don’t need to be sent away; let them play out there as long as they don’t make too much noise. I see you’ve been working hard, so let them keep you company,” Freyr said, nodding slightly at Old Dragon in gratitude.
He then entered the training ground and found it as clean and tidy as he had expected.
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