"Cynthia, Iâd like to ask you about the situation at the Azuregard City Naval Base. Specifically, about whoâs in charge."
Cynthia Grantâs relaxed expression instantly tensed upon hearing Flora Bloomâs question. As a soldier, she was instinctively wary of anyone asking about the camp.
âBut Flora Bloom doesnât seem like a bad person. Why would she be asking about the camp?â
Flora Bloom found Cynthia Grantâs reaction a little amusing, but she knew she had to explain herself. "We were heading for the Naval Base when we decided to come to Azuregard City," she said. "I want to borrow a ship to go to Morhaven and find my brother, Joel Bloom."
Cynthia Grant finally let out a sigh of relief after hearing Flora Bloomâs explanation. But then she immediately grew tense again. "You can forget about borrowing a ship to go to sea," she said. "I donât think General Lynch will agree to lend you one. The military has its regulations. Besides, the seas arenât safe right now. A shipment of military supplies from the City of Argent went missing at sea, and I donât know if the search and rescue teams have found it yet."
"Oh? General Lynch, you mean Sherman Lynch?"
Flora Bloom had heard of the old general in her past life. He had led his subordinates to victory against zombie hordes multiple times, was rich in combat experience, and was said to be a decent person. âIf itâs him,â she thought, âI might be able to find a way to persuade him.â
"Hey! How can you say our old generalâs full name like that!"
Seeing how respectful Cynthia Grant was toward Sherman Lynch, Flora Bloom guessed the young woman might have some connection to the general. So she asked, "Is there any way for me to meet the old general?"
Cynthia Grant paused. After thinking long and hard, she nodded sharply. "I can find a way for you to meet the General, but you canât pull any tricks! The old general is a good man, and heâs good to us subordinates."
Flora Bloom looked at Cynthia Grant with amusement. "I know, I know. Do I seem like that kind of person? I canât believe you donât trust me."
Suddenly, Cynthia Grantâs expression turned serious. Her eyes seemed to be gazing into the past, and even her usual lively demeanor faded.
"You donât understand. The old general has dedicated his entire life to serving the country and its people, and the power dynamics at the Azuregard City military base are complex. Iâm just very worried about him."
Flora Bloom could tell from Cynthia Grantâs expression that there was a story there, but she didnât press for details. Just then, Cynthia looked at Flora as if she had suddenly remembered something important.
"Flora Bloom, if I help you meet General Lynch, can you do me a favor?"
Flora Bloom paused before replying, "What favor?"
"Years ago, General Lynch suffered a severe injury while saving someone, and it still flares up often. I was hoping... could you use that water of yoursâthe kind you gave to Old Mr. Monroe that healed his injuries in an instantâto treat the Generalâs injury?"
Flora Bloom froze for a moment, then a cunning look spread across her face as she looked at Cynthia Grant. "And why should I agree to that?"
"Huh? You...?"
Cynthia Grant hadnât expected the usually gentle and kind Flora Bloom to refuse her so bluntly, and for a moment, she didnât know how to react.
"In other words, whatâs in it for me if I help you treat Sherman Lynch?"
"Wasnât that the condition for my taking you to see General Lynch?"
"But now *youâre* the one asking *me* to go treat him, arenât you? So how can our previous arrangement still stand? Right, my dear Cynthia?"
Cynthia Grant glared at Flora Bloom, huffing with indignation. "Fine, then. What do you want? As long as itâs within my power and doesnât cross my bottom line, Iâll agree."
Flora Bloom smiled mysteriously. "Thatâs what I was waiting to hear. If I heal your General Lynch, you have to come with me."
"Huh? Come with you?"
Flora Bloom nodded. She cast a meaningful glance at the stunned Cynthia Grant, then said softly, "You have plenty of time to think about it before I meet Sherman Lynch."
The group ate breakfast, then went downstairs to hunt zombies for Crystal Cores to level up their superpowers. A level-one superpower was enough to handle three or four zombies without much trouble. However, more than ten days had passed since the apocalypse began, and the number of zombies had only grown. It was rare to encounter one by itself anymore.
The street they had cleared last night only had three stragglers that had wandered in from who-knows-where this morning. After taking care of them and digging out one Crystal Core, the group headed toward the nearest village.
Sure enough, on their way to the village, they passed a small market whose entrance was blocked by a dozen or so zombies.
The market entrance was only wide enough for two people to pass through side-by-side. The zombies were packed several layers deep at the opening, making it impossible for anyone to get in or out.