Chapter 68: There's a Problem
"Our ranch doesn't lack production workers for now, and our reserves are still abundant. But the ranch lacks combat personnel, and I think you're very suitable."
Caesar's words made Carol freeze. She was confident that she was gradually gaining the ability to control herself, but she didn't expect to have much combat capability.
Carol clasped her hands in front of her chest, her fingers moving restlessly. "Boss, what do you mean?"
"I mean having Daryl train you." Caesar smiled and patted Daryl's shoulder, as if very optimistic that Daryl could teach Carol well.
"Me?"
Daryl, who'd been standing to the side like a transparent person, his gaze on the fruit on the table, was suddenly patted by Caesar and looked at him in confusion.
Caesar picked up a peach from the table and handed it to Daryl. "Yes, you."
Daryl took the peach, wiped it on his body, and took a big bite, refusing in muffled tones.
"I'm very busy. Can't take care of a woman."
Carol looked at Daryl, but she could see there was no contempt for her in his eyes.
Caesar wasn't surprised, knowing Daryl found such things troublesome, especially bringing kids along and training people.
"You don't need to teach Carol anything. You just need to let Carol follow you."
"Right, Carol?"
After speaking, Caesar looked at Carol, his eyes glancing over, reminding Carol to agree.
Carol quickly nodded in agreement.
Carol knew Caesar meant well. It was like following a top student to study—even if the top student didn't teach, just watching the top student's study methods and how they solved problems would be a huge improvement for a struggling student.
Following Daryl, through exposure and influence, Carol could learn more survival skills.
Daryl finished the peach, glared at Caesar irritably, sucked the peach juice from his fingers twice, and strode toward the door.
Daryl quickly left the study, leaving only Caesar and Carol.
Caesar pointed toward the study door and said, "Hurry and follow. He agreed."
As soon as the words fell, Daryl's impatient voice came from outside the door. "Are you coming or not? Woman."
Carol smiled and nodded at Caesar, thanking him, while walking toward the door.
Amy, wearing a professional outfit, walked in and closed the study door. She let out a long breath, her entire body relaxing as she flopped onto the sofa with a thud.
"Ah, so tired."
Caesar smiled, walked over, bent down, and pinched Amy's cheeks. "Who told you to wear this professional outfit?"
Amy's face was pinched into an O shape. Her lips moved up and down as she said vaguely, "I'm your secretary. If my dress is professional, doesn't that show your ability?"
"Outward appearance doesn't indicate ability. If you're uncomfortable, go change into something more comfortable."
Amy wrinkled her eyebrows and shook her head cutely, very stubborn.
"Carol followed Daryl. Who's going to take over her work?"
"You."
Caesar pointed at Amy.
Amy pointed at herself foolishly. "Me?"
"Yes. Call Andrea and Beth to help you. I believe the three of you can do it well."
Amy hesitated, then said, "Andrea doesn't need punishment anymore? She leaked information to others."
"You know Andrea. Although she's reckless, arrogant, and foolish, she still knows what's important."
Caesar explained.
Andrea had many flaws, but her abilities weren't weak either. Her combat power was strong—her brain just didn't work so well.
He really didn't know how she'd passed the bar exam.
Caesar couldn't figure it out.
"Anyway, you can listen to Andrea's opinions, and you can listen more to Beth's opinions, but try to have your own ideas."
"Will the subordinates obey me?" Amy was still a bit worried.
Back in the convoy, when requiring each member to have the ability to kill walkers, it almost caused trouble.
Caesar smiled and tapped Amy's smooth forehead. "Have you forgotten your own status?"
Amy lay on the sofa, staring blankly at Caesar. Her white knit blouse had two buttons undone, revealing a deep cleavage.
"You know about pillow talk? They won't give you attitude. Don't worry."
"Besides, with Beth there, she's much fiercer than you imagine."
"All right."
Talking and talking, the two slowly pressed together, then stacked on top of each other.
...
Daryl led his people and arrived at the border of Caesar's ranch.
After merging four new ranches, plus the connecting areas between the five ranches, Caesar's ranch had expanded nearly tenfold.
Just Caesar's direct combat squad had to rely on horses or vehicles to patrol the entire ranch, otherwise they'd spend the whole day just walking.
Daryl laid down his motorcycle and used scattered branches around to cover it, reaching for the crossbow on his back.
Carol imitated Daryl's movements, following step by step, holding a handgun with the muzzle pointed down, following behind Daryl.
Daryl looked left and right and found a mark on a tree that he'd left yesterday.
"You two go over there, you go right, I'll take the middle." Daryl could only command three people—the other squad members listened more to Merle.
Seeing the three people spread out, they took their weapons and walked into the distance.
Carol looked around and asked, "What are we doing here?"
Carol wasn't familiar with this area. The ranches had merged, but most residents hadn't been here.
Daryl organized the quiver on his body, glanced at Carol, and said in a stiff tone, "We took the land, so we have to guard it well."
"We just took over this area. We need to check if there are still any walkers inside. Do you want to see walkers wandering outside the house where your daughter lives?"
Carol shook her head inwardly. "I understand."
Seeing Carol had no other nonsense to say, a trace of something different appeared in Daryl's eyes as he looked at her.
The two cooperated, clearing toward their direction.
The area was large, and the number of walkers was small. Often a large area would only hide one walker.
But they couldn't not clear them—it would create safety hazards for the ranch.
Fortunately, after this day of clearing, all areas had been completely cleared.
Carol sat on the back of Daryl's motorcycle, with a pickup truck alongside.
The wind was strong. Carol squinted her eyes from being blown, hunching down to use Daryl's body to avoid the howling wind.
Just as they were about to reach the ranch, Daryl slowly stopped the motorcycle and raised his right hand high, signaling the pickup behind to stop.
Both vehicles instantly became quiet. Daryl gave Carol a look, telling her to go notify the other three that there was a problem.
He himself went forward alone.
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