The seemingly inconspicuous wooden box was carefully crafted, with rivets covering its four sides, devoid of a single scratch. It seemed that both Ye Lingyun from before and the elder who came after took great care to preserve the box in perfect condition.
The orderly soldier who brought the box didn't know what was inside. Although curious, he demonstrated the fine quality of a Z country soldier: after setting down the box, he promptly left the room, closing the door behind him with the softest sound.
"I should hand this over to you. I'm getting on in years, and it's not much use to me anymore," said the old man as he sat down on the sofa, his gaze sharp. During the car ride, he had noticed the calluses on Pello's hands.
The young man sitting next to him possessed a harmless appearance, yet his eyes were no less determined than those of a decorated national serviceman.
