chapter 2 Land resources consultant ===

The sound of Aileen's footsteps aroused the other party.
The young man who was in a slumber opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Aileen with a sheepish smile and said, "Hello."
"I'm sorry, this must be your seat."
"My seat is 1A, which is just beside yours. I don't like being by the window and thought this seat would be empty. Ha ha, I'll return this seat to you. I hope you don't mind."
Hearing the other party's accent and his fluency in her native language, Aileen couldn't help but exclaim, "You are from the Red Dragon!"
The young man was dumbfounded and asked, "Do I not look like I'm from the Red Dragon?"
He stood up, stretched out his hand, and introduced himself, "I am Dunstan Flores, ​​from Chom City."
Aileen took his introduction with a pinch of salt and replied, "Aileen, Aileen Foley." As she spoke, all she could think about was the scene at the entrance of the airport.
This man named Dunstan Flores was undoubtedly the young man from before.
When she was waiting at the boarding gate, Aileen had already noticed the person in charge of the airport walking out from the plane.
But even so, she didn't delve too much into it, and Aurelia had also broken her train of thought.
But now that she thought about it, this airport in the East only had direct flights to Chom City in the Red Dragon. She should have known that this man would be on the same flight.
It seemed that people from the Red Dragon served as mercenaries in Afriwood war zones.
Such situations were simply unimaginable to Aileen, who had witnessed the tragedies in Afriwood.
Neighboring countries of the Red Dragon were rich, and few would go to war zones to make a living. Mercenaries had to put their lives on the line, and it required them to use their life in exchange for money. Furthermore, no one knew for certain if they would have the life to spend the commission they earned.
Usually, human traffickers from the North Afriwood war zone would search for young people in the Southeast and smuggle them into Afriwood. They would then force the smuggled people to fight in the war zones.
Despite being trafficked, most of the people from the Southeast were just cannon fodders. Few could make a name for themselves.
But the man in front of Aileen.
Not only was he personally received by the person in charge of the airport, but his men even fired unscrupulously at the entrance of the airport with a machine gun.
Having a little fame was no longer enough to describe this man.
He seemed to be a powerful leader in this country.
Filled with curiosity, Aileen glanced at Dunstan carefully from head to toe but couldn't find anything particularly outstanding about him.
He even looked different from her impression of a burly man with elaborate tattoos.
A white shirt and shorts, and if he carried a backpack, he would look no different from a backpacker.
Besides, Dunstan also grew an unruly beard that added a touch of vicissitudes to himself.
However, just when Dunstan was returning to his original seat, Aileen suddenly stopped him and said, "I can take the window seat if you don't like it. I don't mind."
"Ha, that's perfect." Dunstan smiled slightly and helped put her suitcase in the overhead compartment to show his gratitude. "Ladies first, please take a seat."
Aileen smiled slightly and went past Dunstan to the window seat.
As she passed by, she got a whiff of his musk. It wasn't an odor, on the contrary, it gave off an inexplicable sense of maturity.
"What's wrong with me? Just what am I thinking?" Sitting in her seat, Aileen turned her head hastily and looked at the scenery outside.
On the other side, Dunstan also sat down and returned to sleep with his hands folded across his chest. He didn't pay much attention to Aileen.
Dunstan developed a dislike for windows due to his job.
There was no high-tech and effective bulletproof glass in the Afriwood war zone.
Even if there was, the place was frequently bombarded by heavy weaponry, and the bulletproof glass would be rendered useless. Therefore, Dunstan would never sit by the window to avoid being shot in the head.
This was his tenth year in Afriwood.
It would be difficult for others to imagine how a sixteen-year-old boy was smuggled from the Red Dragon to the South, and then taken to the North Afriwood war zone by his master by chance.
In the past ten years, he was burned, heavily wounded, and robbed, but he had also been rescued from near-death experiences. He had grown from a young boy who didn't know between good and evil to a protector in the hearts of some and a terrifying devil in the eyes of others.
To this day, everyone knows that the most powerful mercenary group in the North Afriwood war zone was an organization called the Hades Palace, or as many would like to call it, the Hell's Palace.
Their leader was King Romo.
However, few were aware that King Romo was in fact, Dunstan.
Flying directly from Keiyan to Chom City took fifteen hours.
After the plane took off, Aileen fell asleep peacefully. Compared to her colleagues on the medical team, farewells and returning home were already commonplace for her. There was nothing to be excited about.
On the other hand, Dunstan couldn't fall asleep. Despite asking the air stewardess for glasses of brandy, he was still very energetic.
He was excited and over the moon, but a large part of him was afraid to return home.
He had matured in the past ten years, but what about his parents?
Naturally, they would have grown old.
Dunstan was afraid that his parents would be depressed during his absence. He was afraid that something had happened to his family, and he was even more afraid that he would never see his parents again.
He did not receive any news about his parents for the past ten years. Dunstan had no idea about their condition at all.
All the agitation kept him awake. And when Aileen woke up beside him, he was still drinking glass after glass of brandy.
She was almost startled when she glanced sideways at him.
Dunstan's eyes were bloodshot as if caused by excessive distress.
"Mr. Flores."
"Yeah?" Dunstan turned around with a smile and asked, "What's wrong?"
Aileen pointed to the wine glass in his hand and said, "I am a doctor, and I advise you to stop drinking now. Alcohol slows down the blood flow and puts pressure on the heart. It will cause your eyes to swell. Look, they are already bloodshot.”
Dunstan smiled slightly and put down his wine glass. "Thank you for the advice," he replied with a nod.
"You are a medical staff?" Dunstan asked, happy to have someone to chat with him to relieve his stress.
Aileen nodded and replied, "Yes, I'm part of the medical team with the Chom Central Hospital, and I was in Keiyan for four years."
"That's amazing," Dunstan said with a gasp.
Medical resources and staff were scarce in Afriwood, and those who were willing to provide aid in this country had to endure many hardships. Not only did one have to endure a lack of entertainment options but also the longing for relatives and friends who were far away.
Since they were on this topic, Aileen had a sudden thought. After much hesitation, she couldn't help but ask, "What about you, Mr. Flores?"
"Consultant," Dunstan replied.
"Consultant? I'm pretty sure there are no financial institutions in Afriwood, right?"Aileen Foley knew that Dunstan was lying, but she still pretended to be confused and asked despite knowing the answer.
Dunstan didn't mind the question and shrugged. "There are many kinds of consultants, and not every one of them is in finance."
"As for me," he said as he tilted his head and thought. "I am a Land Resource Consultant."
As soon as he said these words, Aileen couldn't help but laugh out loud.
A Land Resource Consultant?
She couldn't believe her ears!
Judging from the situation in the North Afriwood war zone, wasn't the war occurring precisely because of power and territorial struggles?
If what Dunstan said was true, then it would mean that he was the one stirring up the war.
A Land Resource Consultant would barely scratch the surface of his occupation.
While Dunstan wasn't aware that Aileen had already noticed him outside the airport, it didn't matter to him whether she knew his identity or not.
Away from North Afriwood, he was just Dunstan Flores, ​​not King Romo. He would enjoy a peaceful and simple life.
He would forget all the blood and killing as soon as he stepped off the plane.