Chapter 98: First Meeting with Morgan
Comparing with the person in his impression.
Caesar confirmed it—this was Morgan.
Caesar released the two. "You go watch Daryl. When you come back, I want to know what exactly Daryl's trying to do."
Rip and Glenn exchanged glances. Glenn noticed Morgan to the side.
He knew Caesar wanted to understand Morgan, so he pulled Rip toward the house while saying: "Don't worry, we'll figure it out."
The two were clearly very curious about Daryl's secret. Their running posture looked a bit like a badger stealing melons.
Caesar walked to Morgan's side and extended his hand. "Hello, I'm Caesar."
Morgan somewhat nervously grasped Caesar's hand, nodding repeatedly. "Hello, boss. My name is Morgan."
"It's like this." After Caesar released his hand, he simply stated his intention. "I learned from Glenn that you were recruited into Glenn's squad in King County."
"Uh... that's right. I heard you have a settlement. My son and I have been wandering outside, so we wanted to find a place to settle down."
Morgan explained in as much detail as possible.
He didn't know what Caesar wanted to know. He just indicated he had no threat, was a good person, wouldn't cause losses to the ranch.
Caesar walked forward. Morgan followed beside him.
"I don't think you'll cause losses or harm to the ranch. I just want to understand your past."
Caesar raised an eyebrow, looking at Morgan's eyes. "I heard your wife turned into a walker."
Caesar intentionally probed. Morgan didn't hide much. His eyes held unhideable sorrow and memories.
"My, my wife got infected with the virus during our journey to Atlanta, so we stayed in King County." Morgan always acted very strong in front of his son Duane.
Now he bent over, looking exhausted, tears also bursting from his eyes.
Caesar didn't speak to comfort Morgan. Morgan was an adult. He could regulate his own emotions.
Morgan fell into his emotions for only a few minutes, gradually recovering. He stood up and looked at Caesar, saying embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, boss."
"It's fine, it's fine." Caesar looked directly at Morgan, then smiled and patted Morgan's shoulder, comforting: "In the apocalypse, almost everyone encounters this kind of thing."
"But you still have Duane. He really needs his father. You can communicate with Duane. After all, you lost your wife, and he also lost his mother."
Morgan was clearly stunned. Since his wife's death, he'd been like he'd lost part of his soul, just mechanically caring for Duane, wallowing in his own emotions, neglecting Duane's feelings.
Thinking about how Duane often cried to him, and how listening, he'd also become pained along with him—he'd completely failed in his father's duties.
"Boss, thank you." Thinking of this, Morgan suddenly felt he'd failed Jenny and failed Duane. He said gratefully to Caesar:
"If it weren't for you, I right now..."
Caesar raised his hand to interrupt Morgan's words. "You're part of our town, and you're also part of the combat squad. You can risk losing your life to complete combat missions."
"Being able to help you makes me very happy too."
Caesar's words were very well-leveled. Morgan was moved to tears.
After chatting a bit more casually, Caesar sent Morgan away.
Watching Morgan's back, Caesar stroked his chin.
He'd now figured out Morgan's state—a man with a sense of responsibility, constantly in a state of guilt.
Wanting to dedicate everything to his child.
No wonder after Duane was bitten to death by his wife, he went that crazy.
However, being able to determine Morgan's danger level, Caesar could now set his mind at ease.
Hey, since that's the case, why not do a psychological evaluation?
Caesar's eyes lit up. Right, after the apocalypse most people's psychological problems became serious. Among them were plenty of lunatics, people wanting to destroy the world.
Wanting to constantly take revenge on innocent people around them, even cannibals.
These kinds of psychological problems often required professionals to judge whether a person would harm those around them because of it.
Since that's the case, Caesar needed a psychological expert to assess all the town people's mental health status.
After deciding in his heart, Caesar walked toward the house.
Daryl walked out of the house with a dark face, followed by two tagalongs, and happened to run into Caesar.
Daryl looked up and saw it was Caesar, then looked back at the two behind him. He immediately knew Caesar had sent them, and walked toward his motorcycle without good humor.
Caesar raised his eyebrows at Rip and Glenn. "So, did you discover anything?"
Rip shook his head.
Glenn spread his hands. "I saw Daryl was looking for something, but he searched and searched without finding it."
Caesar nodded, also not getting to the bottom of it by going to ask Daryl.
After Morales finished talking with the several ranch people, he sent a vehicle carrying the several people. The truck bed was loaded with all of Horus ranch's food and some valuable items, heading to Caesar's ranch.
Afterward, when the town had more people, they'd naturally renovate here, letting the cowboys rest when herding cattle and sheep.
Caesar got in the pickup, lowered the window, and looked at Daryl putting on windproof goggles to the side. "Are you still following us?"
Daryl nodded.
Caesar thought for a moment and said: "If you're looking for something, I think you can look outside Black Pine Valley."
"When we're done with business in the valley, we need to go outside to collect supplies, recruit talent, find materials and such. At that time, your probability of finding things should be much higher."
Hearing this, Daryl's eyes lit up.
Since finishing with Horus ranch and Leon ranch, he hadn't had much to do. Mainly he'd been looking for walkers in the valley, striving to eliminate all walkers.
Very boring and tedious. Daryl still wanted to go outside and look around.
"Don't worry, it'll be fast once we finish with these ranches."
Caesar waved the list in his hand.
The ranch names on the list were crossed off one by one. Under the iron fist of force, almost all ranches submitted.
Of course, there were also ranches that didn't know better and wanted to fight Caesar and his people.
A rocket launcher fired over, directly razing the ranch warehouse to the ground. In the blink of an eye, all the people at that ranch were dead.
Caesar wasn't soft-hearted. He wouldn't leave them to become his own trouble.
After eliminating these ranches, the entire valley had only one voice—Caesar's voice.
The next few days, Caesar led the ranch combat squads, constantly running around outside, using loudspeakers and other items to attract walkers in the valley.
Then killing the walkers one by one.
Very quickly, it became difficult to see a single walker in the valley.
This day, the weather was clear, cloudless for miles.
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