Chapter 1339

"No rush, let's eat first. You've come from so far—you probably haven't eaten yet, right?"

Now that it was mentioned, Lin Cheng suddenly remembered that they had set out from Boulder Fortress, traveling day and night, and indeed hadn't really had a proper meal.

After thinking it over, Lin Cheng still preferred to work first and eat later.

"Have someone deliver the food to the armory. As for the soldiers, send half of them to eat first, the other half keeps working. Once the first half finishes eating and takes over, then send the remaining half to eat."

"Sigh! Alright then."

After sighing, Lord Xuan Wuji could only nod. He remembered that back in Eternal Night City, Lin Cheng had been just as diligent and busy.

It made the rest of them too embarrassed to drink and eat meat inside the military camp.

Afterward, Lin Cheng continued with his own work. Time was limited; the parts he forged were immediately brought by soldiers for assembly. Though the soldiers had some complaints, each of them understood in their heart.

If they wanted to go home, they had to hurry up and manufacture war machinery—only this way… could they possibly go home alive.

Dinner seemed to have been delivered by An'an in the end. Lin Cheng didn't pay it any mind, still busy forging parts for the blade chariots, batch after batch. Midway, An'an also tried to persuade Lin Cheng to eat first, but he was completely unmoved.

A casual "got it" dismissed An'an, yet in reality he still did things his own way.

The food gradually grew cold. An'an gazed at the earnest and focused Lin Cheng, unable to look away, her cheeks flushing red of their own accord. The man's determined profile, combined with Lin Cheng's already somewhat handsome features—that stubborn quality layered over his looks—made her all the more enchanted.

Successful career, talented, handsome and rich… simply a perfect eligible bachelor.

Li Wuchang propped himself up on his arms, watching Lin Cheng the whole time, drool nearly spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Two hours later, only after nearly all the surplus blades, swords, shields and the like in the armory had been melted down by Lin Cheng did he stretch his waist, planning to rest a bit and eat.

By this time, Li Wuchang had long since collapsed nearby and fallen asleep. She had waited a full two hours, simply couldn't hold back her eyelids fighting each other, and then slumped over; the food had long gone completely cold.

"Won't this guy go back to sleep?" It seemed like a question, yet also seemed like he was talking to himself.

Lin Cheng sat cross-legged beside her, glanced at the slender girl next to him, took off his coat, and casually draped it over An'an.