Chapter 384: Shelter No.79!

"Shit!?"

In the meal hall of the Fallen Leaf Camp, staring at the mountain of potatoes in front of him, an Old Soldier with a Small Blade gawked, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

Is this meant for feeding pigs?!

How many tons of potatoes do these guys eat in a day?!

However...

The cook who had assigned him the task didn't seem to care about his facial expression at all, simply commanding,

"You... are called Pangolin right? These potatoes are your work for today, and by this evening I hope to see them all washed and peeled."

"If the work isn't done, you'll suffer the consequences."

With those words, the cook disappeared to who knows where.

Looking at the Small Blade in his hands and then at the three thin Survivors beside him, Old Soldier felt a surge of tearful helplessness.

"How long in the hell am I supposed to peel until?"