Soron did not continue in this direction but instead discussed many details of the regular operations of the Hall.
From Soron’s words, Rod gained many valuable experiences. He knew that the Hall was not rely the last line of defense for the Trolians. At tis, they even had to intercept dangerous monsters outside the defense circle to prevent them from approaching Troli further.
Aside from combat missions, the Hall also had other tasks such as rescue, escort, scouting, searching, and so on.
Rod initially understood the role a high-rank combatant should play.
Soron wanted to say more, but a Hall Envoy ca especially to tell him that he needed to recover his state quickly and prepare for the next battle.
At the sa ti, the fla badge on Soron’s collar also changed.
Beneath the double flas, a light was rotating and shimring.
Rod now knew that this was a reminder that his battle sequence was about to be elevated and he should prepare for combat as soon as possible.
After advising Rod of so points of caution, Soron hurriedly left.
When Rod thought he would be alone again, a steady stream of people started coming back outside.
These returning strong and near-strong individuals almost imdiately rushed to the Fireplace Area, heading straight for the pot hanging over the fireplace, and began to serve themselves soup with bowls from the side.
Suddenly, the chugging sounds and contented sighs rose and fell one after the other, unceasingly.
"Ah! I feel like I’ve co back to life."
"Ghouls are truly terrifying; without this bowl of Soul Soup, I definitely couldn’t sleep tonight."
"It’s so delicious... the Soul Soup today must have been made by Teacher Barrett."
"The teacher’s skills are so amazing; when will I ever have such good skills."
"I heard that adding more salt to the soup makes it taste better."
"No way! It’s supposed to be sugar and honey! How can Soul Soup that lacks a sweet scent heal the soul?"
"You don’t know anything, the soul is salty. Only a soup with the right saltiness can allow the soul to bathe in the most comforting hot springs."
"Nonsense..."
The two sides started a heated argunt about this, and no one even noticed Rod standing aside.
Without a word, Rod mingled among them and unexpectedly found that this group of people were not much older than him.
The fla badges on their collars were identical to his, indicating they were reserve mbers, just like him.
Rod understood instantly.
These must be the other talents he had often heard about.
Typically, talents demonstrated powerful gifts from the mont they ignited their Soul Fire and beca Fire Holders, thereby embarking on a path completely different from ordinary people.
Rod had started too late, so he hadn’t had much interaction with them.
Moreover, he was a typical combat-oriented person, suited to grow through battle, so his path greatly differed from theirs.
He had only heard of their reputations and had never t them in person.
As Rod was thinking about how to join the conversation inconspicuously, suddenly soone scread.
"Aren’t you Rod?"
Instantly, everyone’s gaze turned towards him, and Rod was once again greeted with intense attention.
This wasn’t the first ti this had happened. He waved his hand amicably and smiled, "Yes, it’s ."
The crowd instantly crowded around him.
"Is it really you?"
"It’s not fake, right? I’ve run into several fake Rods in a row."
"Yes, yes, I even spent a night with him for nothing, it pissed off."
Rod’s gaze montarily shifted, and he regretfully discovered that she was quite an attractive woman.
A pity.
He coughed and said, "Hello everyone, I’m delighted to et you all here..."
"Cut the crap, are you really Rod?"
Rod smiled and said, "Genuine, I have just passed the test today and joined the Hall. I am still a reserve mber; please take care of ."
A resonant noise erupted from the crowd.
"It’s him... yes, it’s him!"
"Wow, I finally see him in person!"
"Let touch you!"
"My God, I’ve finally seen my idol!"
"Star Town is the greatest miracle I’ve seen in my life!"
"No, no, the cleaning of Upper City is!"
...
Rod never expected he would be so popular in the Fire Hall.
This was not just any logistics or production personnel, these were high-rank combatants who had officially entered the domain of the strong.
Although they were also young, the pride of being equal strong individuals typically wouldn’t allow them to openly admire soone of a similar age to themselves.
Rod didn’t know why, but it did not stop him from quickly getting acquainted with them.
He possessed a superhuman talent in this aspect, and soon, they beca friendly with each other, addressing one another as brothers and sisters.
From them, Rod obtained even more valuable information. Soron, after all, held a high position and was not very clear about many lower-level matters.
For instance, reserve mbers of the Hall primarily joined in as supplentary combat power in a particular battle.
As long as a sizable battle occurred, reserve mbers would usually be mobilized.
So Rod could patiently wait a bit longer.
The Kingdom’s westward expansion involved nurous large and small battles.
It was impossible for him to miss an opportunity.
Having clearly understood this, Rod finally relaxed and casually chatted with them.
This group was very willing to exchange information with him; Rod even didn’t need to ask much, as they spilled everything they knew like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
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