Chapter 1774


    Miriam finally rxed and copsed on the sofa.


    “Dad, I…” Miriam stammered, looking terrified.


    Benedictughed and shook his head, saying, “Don’t worry. It’s alright now. Commander Jagoan isn’t


    someone petty. If he’s truly angry, you’d be dead already. Since he didn’t do anything to you, it meant


    he didn’t take what happened earlier seriously.”


    Hearing her father say this, Miriam’s heart finally calmed down.


    Jagoan, Shania, and Uriah strolled the streets after leaving the Wosh family’s vi.


    “Commander Jagoan, have you had any ns recently?” Shania asked with a smile.


    “ns? No, it’s business as usual,” Jagoan replied as he shook his head.


    Shania pondered and said, “Since you’re free, why don’t I ask you out to y tomorrow?”


    “You’re the mayor’s daughter. You’re a rich heiress who doesn’t have to do anything but enjoy life. How


    can Ipare with you? How am I supposed tomand the city defense army if all I do is y?”


    Jagoan asked, amused.


    There was instantly a look of disappointment on Shania’s face, and Uriah said, “Miss, stop giving


    Commander Jagoan a hard time. Look at how many troublesome affairs your father has to deal with


    regrly to know how busy Commander Jagoan is. ”


    Jagoan was slightly ashamed to hear Uriah’s remark. He was busy, but not nearly as busy as Quentin.


    Quentin was the mayor of Dorodo, the head of the city. The number of things he had to manage was


    uncountable. While Jagoan’s status and authority were not inferior to


    Quentin’s, he only needed to manage the city defense army well. He did not have much to deal with as


    long as there was no war and chaos.


    “How about this? Let’s have dinner together. I’m free tonight,” Jagoan said after thinking about it.


    “Sure! What are we having?” Shania asked with a smile.


    “Italian food…” Jagoan replied.


    Therefore, the three found an Italian restaurant.


    The Italian restaurant sold Italian food, and its furnishing was the same as a Western diner, but the


    chef’s cooking tasted just like Dragon Kingdom’s cuisine, where the taste was vorful.


    Looking at the gnhi, risotto, pizza, pasta, and so on on the table, Shania was hungry.


    “Dig in. What are you waiting for?” Jagoan said and picked up his cutlery.


    Uriah, who was nearby, also did not hold back. He knew people like Jagoan did not care about status


    and etiquette in private.


    Giving those too much attention could be restrictive. Therefore, he picked up the cutlery and dug in.


    Shania was the most elegant eater among the three.


    “Ms. Lewis, your father’s not having any problems at work, is he?” Jagoan asked suddenly.


    “No, he has always been like that,” Shania replied, looking at Jagoan in confusion.


    “Why ask that all of a sudden?”


    Shania thought about it for a moment and pursued the question. Jagoan reached out and pointed to the


    little boy outside.


    Jagoan, Shania, and Uriah were seated near the window, so they had a clear view of the street through


    the ss.


    A five or six-year old boy was enviously watching Jagoan and the other two eating in the restaurant


    with a younger girl.


    “He hasn’t resolved Dorodo’s slum problem. It’s an issue. Mention it to your father when you get back.


    See what he can do…”


    “Okay, got it…” Shania nodded vigorously and picked up the barely touched roast chicken on the table.


    She carried the te straight to the siblings.


    “Here, take it home to eat.”


    Shania took a handkerchief out of her pocket, wrapped the chicken, and shoved it into the older boy’s


    hand.


    “Thank you. You’re so kind,dy!”


    The little boy was excited as he held the roasted chicken with one hand, pulled his sister with the other,


    and ran into the distance.


    Shania only exhaled when seeing the siblings disappear in the streets. She felt she had done a good


    deed, and it gave her a sense of aplishment.


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    Back at the restaurant, Jagoan continued the topic. “Dorodo’s poor are concentrated in the west, with


    about two or three thousand people. It’s almost bing a slum. Dorodo might be in serious trouble in


    the future if we don’t solve this problem.”


    “I see. I’ll discuss it with my father when I get back,” Shania said solemnly. Her tone was different than


    before.


    After dinner, Jagoan suddenly realized he had made a mistake once he reached outside. It was


    because it was almost midnight.


    He and Shania had talked so much about the slum during dinner that he lost track of time.


    Who knew it was already this hour?


    “Shall we… go to a hotel?” Shania asked suddenly.