Chapter 462 - 184: "Frontline Number 1 is Tough.

Chapter 462: Chapter 184: "Frontline Number 1 is Tough.

The woman stood her ground, a wronged expression on her face. Behind her, the middle-aged men, all exuding an air of authority, stood with perfectly neutral expressions, minding their own business.

As expected of high-ranking officials. Even when their superior acted like this, they could pretend they saw nothing.

Not a single person passed by on the City Wall.

The area had clearly been cleared out.

"..."

Chen Fan took a deep breath and subconsciously glanced back at the Flying Ship behind him. ’I kind of want to go home. This woman isn’t normal. Back in Jiangbei, she’d be a prime target for investigation as a suspected Fake Human Ghost.’

’This trip might have been for nothing.’

He adjusted his mood and decided to stick to the original plan. After all, she was the commander-in-chief of the frontline. She might act a bit unconventionally, but when it came to matters of principle, she should still know the right thing to do.

"Chen Fan of the Jiangbei Mortal Realm."

"I’ve come to see the commander-in-chief of the Western Eternal Night Xuanwu No. 1 Frontline."

"The Ghost Tide is rampant, and everyone must contribute."

"The Mortal Realm is no exception."

"I have come here to construct Sky Rails connecting the Mortal Realm and the frontline. These Sky Rails can be used to transport supplies, such as ample food. It’s just that..."

The moment he finished speaking.

The middle-aged men standing behind the woman suddenly turned in unison, their backs to Chen Fan.

Meanwhile, the woman shrugged her delicate shoulders, and her overcoat instantly fell away, revealing a form-fitting cheongsam underneath.

It accentuated her every curve.

It was still winter.

In the cold wind, her skin was pale as snow, making her look extremely delicate and pitiable.

The woman hugged herself, shivering, and stared at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"..."

Chen Fan’s lips tightened. He took another step back and scanned his surroundings. ’I’m starting to suspect this defense line has already fallen. This place is crawling with Fake Human Ghosts.’

’This is a trap.’

’Whoever comes here dies.’

"Little brother, I’m so cold..."

A saccharine voice escaped the woman’s lips.

"..."

Chen Fan took a deep breath. He suppressed the urge to yell, ’What the fuck are you doing?!’ Without a moment’s hesitation, he turned and walked back toward the Flying Ship.

’I’m going home!’

’This place is fucking bizarre!’

’Something’s not right.’

’Time to get out of here.’

Seeing this, Qi Yue didn’t hesitate either. He also felt something was off. This frontline had most likely already fallen and was filled with Fake Human Ghosts.

Master and subordinate, practically fleeing, strode quickly toward the Flying Ship, which was level with the City Wall.

"Chen Fan!"

A voice mixed with anger and grievance came from behind him. "Fine, say it! How many Ghost Stones do you want? If the price is too high, we can negotiate."

Chen Fan stopped in his tracks, turned, and frowned at the woman, who had already put her overcoat back on.

...

A stick of incense later.

「In the command room on the City Wall of the Western Eternal Night Xuanwu No. 1 Frontline」

Chen Fan frowned at the woman before him. "So, the information Elder Qiu gave you was that I could transport food to your frontline, but that you would have to pay a price."

"And the price you came up with was..."

"Yourself?"

"Yes."

The tips of the woman’s ears were bright red. Not daring to look up at Chen Fan, she stared at the teacup in her hands and forced herself to say in the most official tone she could manage,

"The Xuanwu No. 1 Frontline has 770,000 people."

"The amount of food consumed each day is no small number. I want them to eat better. I’m not asking for meals as good as your Jiangbei Defense Line’s, but at least they could have meat every few days and a hot meal to eat."

"Many of the supply lines to the Xuanwu No. 1 Frontline have been cut off, and the remaining ones don’t have the capacity to transport food. If we were to buy it with Ghost Stones..."

"We... probably can’t afford it."

"..."

After a long silence, Chen Fan rubbed his temples, a headache coming on. "The food is free. The Mortal Realm will aid you for free. But we definitely can’t provide you with meals on par with the Jiangbei Defense Line."

"One hot meal a day, with meat, vegetables, and soup, is certainly no problem."

"Free?"

The woman froze, looking up at Chen Fan in disbelief. She had thought Chen Fan would want a hefty price, but she never expected... free?

"Really free?"

"Yes."

Chen Fan nodded lightly. "This is aid from the Mortal Realm, a thank you to the frontline for defending the Eternal Night Continent. This transaction doesn’t require anything from you."

"But—"

"There are other deals to be made."

"For example, the Mortal Realm needs a lot of Building Blueprints. Any duplicate Building Blueprints your frontline captures can be sent to the Mortal Realm. We will provide a certain amount of Ghost Stones in return."

"Including that ’Blue Level’ Building Blueprint."

"That’s it?"

"That’s it." Chen Fan nodded. ’We’ve only just established contact, so this is enough for now. We can go deeper once we have a good working relationship.’

"So..."

The woman looked at Chen Fan, confused. "So the Mortal Realm came all this way just to provide the frontline with free food and... take back some Blueprints?"

"Yes."

"That’s wonderful!"

After a long, stunned pause, the woman suddenly jumped up and shouted excitedly in the room.

"..."

The corner of Chen Fan’s mouth twitched slightly. He walked out of the command room to the edge of the City Wall and gazed out at the vast, magnificent sea beyond the defense line. A biting sea wind blew against his face.

Even after leaving the room, he could still faintly hear the woman’s excited shouts from inside.

"Domain Lord Chen."

Just then, one of the middle-aged men who had been with the woman earlier strode over to him and said apologetically in a low voice, "I’m the deputy commander of the Xuanwu No. 1 Frontline."

"Sister Chan... her mentor was the original commander-in-chief of the Xuanwu No. 1 Frontline, but he sacrificed himself during this rainy season."

"She took over his position."

"Her mentor was her only living relative. On top of that, she suddenly had the heavy burden of the Xuanwu No. 1 Frontline thrust upon her. The pressure has been immense, and she’s become... a little emotionally unstable."