"I remembered some past events when I was a child." Clement felt that his throat became a little dry, and he answered after raising his glass and taking a sip of water.
Abel recalled the words that Claremont kept repeating in his mouth that day, and asked hesitantly, "Is it related to your father?"
Maybe it's best to say it out. In Claremont's eyes, Abel is a good listener.
In the silent moonlit night, Claremont talked to Abel about his experience of being abused by his father when he was a child.
When the last sentence of the story fell, Abel stared quietly at Claremont's side face.
Even in the darkness around him, Abel could still see the sadness on Claremont's face.
"So, where is your father now?" Abel asked hesitantly.
"Dead," Claremont sneered, "I didn't kill him. When I was twelve years old, he was killed by a debt collector."
Abel sat there silently, not knowing what to say.
"Originally, I planned to forget about this matter. But because of the black elf's spell, I remembered the past again." Claremont shook his head, and said in a casual tone: "It seems that the impression that the man left on me is still It's pretty deep."
After listening to what Claremont said, Abel thought of the impression he had gotten with Clemente in the past few days: most of the time he was silent, strong in action, kept a clear boundary with his superiors, and cared for others.
In Claremont, he could not see a shadow of negativity.
It is painful to face the inferiority complex that emanates from Claremont at this moment when he thinks how he has grown out of his dark childhood to become a decent officer without the help of others.
"Claremont, although I haven't known you for a long time, you are indeed one of the best colleagues I have ever met." Abel paused, and continued: "Don't hate yourself because of your father. "
After listening to what Abel said, Claremont was silent for a while. Standing up, he choked up and said to Abel, "Thank you, Abel." After finishing speaking, he packed up his dishes and left.
Abel, on the other hand, stayed where he was and continued to chew on the cold meal.
Tears are not a sign of vulnerability in all situations.
DeWitt recovered quickly from his injury, and the Scouts rested in place after a day and a half or so. Then began the next journey.
It was noon when the soldiers set off, and the sun shone on everyone's shoulders.
"Captain DeWitt, is your body really alright?" A Calradian soldier walked up to DeWitt and asked curiously.
"No problem." DeWitt smiled and nodded, "It's not feasible to continue to be lazy under my guise."
"Hehe, how could it be? We have been training hard in the barracks these days." The soldier said with a relaxed smile, "However, Captain DeWitt is really powerful. After suffering such a serious injury, within two days and healed."
"Didn't you see the medical soldiers guarding me all day and all night, for their sake, I have to get well soon." DeWitt responded.
"Are you really okay?" Claremont asked suspiciously after the soldiers left.
"To be honest, it's still a bit reluctant." DeWitt patted Claremont's shoulder, stopping the other party's angry movements: "But it's not a problem to use it on the road."
"If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me in time, don't bear it by yourself." Clement pursed his lips and said seriously.
"Okay, I promise you." DeWitt said clearly.
As the day progresses, the plants on the roadside gradually change.
"We will be approaching the valley soon." Abel said to the soldiers.
"Should we camp in the valley tonight?" Claremont discussed with Abel.
"It should be. But you need to find a very secluded place." Abel nodded and said, "It's better to be a place far away from the mountain road."
Claremont carefully considered the conditions mentioned by Abel, thinking about how to find a suitable place to set up camp.
When the scouts heard what Abel said, they also started talking.
The scouts did not enter the plain until the moon was lifted. This journey is farther than imagined.
"How long until we arrive?" DeWitt asked Abel, who was leading the way ahead.
"Estimated. An hour or so." Abel responded.
The soldiers marched on.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Claremont suggested to Abel a little worriedly: "Otherwise, let's camp near here tonight. If we go any further, it will consume energy and delay the correction time for us." .”
"Yes." Abel nodded in agreement after thinking for a while.
"All stop! Set up camp near here!" Claremont ordered the soldiers.
The soldiers stopped immediately when they heard the order.
Everyone started to build the tent together.
And DeWitt was forced by Abel to wait on the sidelines.
Really bored, DeWitt walked around the place where the soldiers set up their tents.
"Clatter."
DeWitt seemed to hear some kind of sound, so he stopped to listen carefully: he found that it was the sound of running water.
DeWitt immediately called a few soldiers to inspect the source of the sound with him.
Finally found a small stream hidden in the mountains.
The accompanying soldiers were all filled with joy, but DeWitt frowned.
He stopped everyone from salvaging fresh water and took the soldiers back to the barracks.
Invited Claremont and Abel to discuss: "I think we should find the wrong place to sleep."
"Why?" Abel asked.
"When I was patrolling around here just now, I found a stream of running water." DeWitt said.
The faces of both of them sank when they heard the news.
The status of the water source on this island is comparable to that of gold. According to Raphael: There is no river that is not occupied by various races. When going out in the wild, you must avoid places with rivers. Where there are fresh water resources, there must be strong forces entrenched. This should be beyond reproach.
Abel glanced back at the soldiers who were still setting up their tents, and asked DeWitt, "How far is that stream from here?"
"It's not very far, about fifteen minutes away." DeWitt replied.
"That's really dangerous." Claremont took a deep breath and said.
"But finding other places to sleep out now is really a bit powerless." Abel analyzed.
(end of this chapter)