Chapter 51 Beacon Fire_3

"Forget it, forget it," Colonel Bod's face turned red as he struggled to catch his breath, "I'm old and thin-skinned, I can't afford to lose face."

In Senior Mason's eyes, the colonel's posture and expression had become natural amid their joking, and the previous sense of being an outsider or foreigner had gradually dissipated.

"Let's talk about serious matters," Senior Mason steered the conversation towards official business, chuckling as he said, "Shovel Port has sent us an official document."

Upon hearing 'Shovel Port,' Winters's attention suddenly sharpened, and he unconsciously furrowed his brow, "What does it say?"

"Mayor Botar says the militia recruitment is complete, but they're urgently in need of food and arms, and they hope we can allocate some to them."

"Botar? Asking me for arms and food?" Winters stroked his knife hilt, scoffing with laughter, "Does he also want a fissure spell from me?"

"Shall I reply to him like that?" asked Senior Mason, smiling.