Capítulo 911: Question of Value

"Come in."

The old man entered, closing the door behind him. Then, he looked around, found a rusty stool and sat down, handing Sunny the plate.

"Sorry. It's not much."

Indeed, it wasn't. The broth the soldiers had cooked was made out of synthpaste, monster meat, and spices. It was a common army dish that could be made with all kinds of ingredients, as long as there was water and basic rations at hand. This particular version looked almost edible, too.

Sunny shrugged.

"That's alright. I'm from the outskirts of NQSC, so… I'm not a stranger to synthpaste."

Professor Obel nodded, then curiously studied the map Sunny had created as he ate. After a while, the old man said: