Chapter 193
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This morning, Long Bufan took a deep breath of the morning air as he walked out of the Lord's Mansion. As he had been focused on training these days, he did not know how the other berserker tribes that had moved over were doing. Long Bufan decided to go and inspect them and be a competent lord.
The berserker tribe's camps were distributed in the north and south of the city's expansion. The residents' residences here were no longer as messy as they were in Stormwind City. Instead, they were unified attic suites. Rows of white walls and burgundy roofs. From afar, it was a different kind of charm.
The berserkers were simple and hardworking. Long Bufan, who was walking on the wide street, saw a harmonious scene of everyone helping each other. Most of the berserkers who came and went knew Long Bufan and greeted him. One by one, they brought their own vegetables, fruits, and cured meat to Long Bufan. It was very lively.
When he turned the corner on the left, Long Bufan suddenly froze and stopped all his movements. Only his nose was shaking back and forth because he smelled a special scent.
Following the smell, Long Bufan slowly walked over until he came to a house 20 meters away. Looking up at the smoke coming out of the pipe on the roof, Long Bufan excitedly muttered to himself, "This is the smell. This is it." After saying that, he rushed in.
However, when Long Bufan rushed into the kitchen of the house, his eyes widened when he saw the scene in front of him. His heart ached as he shouted at the berserker couple who were cooking in front of the stove, "What are you doing? Stop what you're doing, or I'll go crazy! "
The Berserker couple, who were preparing breakfast in the kitchen, jumped in fright when they saw someone suddenly barge in. After a moment of shock, they realized that this person was actually the benefactor of the entire Berserker Tribe, Long Bufan. In the minds of the Berserkers, they could offend anyone in this world, but they couldn't blaspheme Long Bufan.
In their hearts, Long Bufan was greater than the Mad God. At least Long Bufan could bring them a prosperous and stable life and let them regain hope and dignity in life. However, the Mad God, whose existence was unknown, did not bring them anything. For thousands of years, there was only poverty and humiliation.
"Respected Lord, welcome to our house. I don't know what we did wrong to make you so angry." Seeing that Long Bufan's expression wasn't very good when he looked at the couple, the Berserker asked timidly.
Long Bufan ignored the berserker's question. He knew that even if he explained it, he would not be able to explain it clearly. Instead, he used actions to solve the problem. He took a big stride forward and quickly came to the stove. He quickly pulled out a plant that was still burning in the stove and stepped on the fire with his foot.
"What's wrong, Lord?" The berserker couple standing at the side looked at Long Bufan's actions with a puzzled expression. This kind of plant burned quickly after being dried. They usually used this kind of thing to start a fire. Was there something wrong with it?
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