"Don't thank me. Thank this old guy." Aldred pointed towards the car.
Jacob looked back and froze. He saw an elderly man sitting in the car, polishing a sniper rifle. He wiped it with care, as if the rifle was all he had.
The old man was none other than Goven, the cook whom he had met in Allen's unit. Jacob went up to him and said, "Thank you, Goven."
"Thank me for what? If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have been able to hold a gun for the rest of my life," Goven said faintly.
Previously, he had a stiff right hand due to family genetics. Jacob was the one who cured him by adding a few herbs to his cauldron dish. It would be a shame if a professional sniper like him couldn't pick up a gun for the rest of his life. As a result, Goven was grateful to Jacob.
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