"Hmm." Austin calmed down and nodded.
After Bickren tested Gilbert's body temperature and pulse, he also prepared to leave.
"Aren't you going?" Bickren asked Austin who was still staying by the bed.
"I'll stay and watch him." Austin said hesitantly.
"Okay." Bikron didn't say anything to stop him, but nodded and said, "This tent only has one bed. If you want to make a bed here at night, remember to put more quilts on it."
"Thank you, then go slowly." Austin bowed slightly and said goodbye.
"Also, remember to turn off the lights at night." Bickron said the last sentence, and then walked out of the tent.
Bikron, who walked outside the tent, made a 'yes' gesture to the three Dewitts standing under the shadow of the tree.
DeWitt nodded in response.
Seeing the figure of Bikeren walking away, Abel couldn't help but said: "Just now I have been wondering why Captain DeWitt asked so many questions hastily and then ended. It turns out that it is because you have already Know your opponent is lying."
"The identity of this goblin is not simple." DeWitt said.
"Among the goblins, they should at least be nobles at the reserve level." Claremont then added.
"Did you find out from the conversation?" Abel smiled: "Actually, I also noticed that this goblin named Gilbert showed disdain for his own race and a sense of contempt. He is not a random exile." The civilian population will have it."
"After all, I'm a child, and the excuses I made are full of holes." DeWitt recalled Gilbert's answer to his own question of why he came here. Can't help blurting out.
"Wouldn't it be good to keep our soldiers in the dark?" Abel asked worriedly.
"There is no way. In order to make Gilbert let go of our guard, we can only pretend that everything will happen naturally. The role of Austin is even more important." Claremont said helplessly, and his brows couldn't help but after the words fell Wrinkle: Deceiving his subordinates and using their true feelings, Claremont himself despises such a plan.
DeWitt also sighed and said: "Tomorrow morning, Austin should find us on his own initiative and suggest that Gilbert join the march."
Looking at the bright moon covered by clouds, DeWitt's mood was like the moonlight, half gloomy and half hopeful.
I hope to find an opportunity to make up for it in the future.
Austiner crouched in front of Gilbert after Bickron left.
Before he could say anything, Gilbert unexpectedly said, "I'm so hungry."
"Huh?" Austin raised his head in surprise and blinked. Asked: "You haven't eaten for a few days."
"About three days." Gilbert replied, keeping his hands on his belly.
"Three days?!" Austin opened his eyes wide. Without saying another word, he got up and walked to the package of his luggage, rummaged through it, and said anxiously, "I seem to only have wheat flour cakes left here."
Gilbert stared at his back in a daze.
"Let's put this on the stomach first." Austin handed two pieces of wheat flour cakes to Gilbert's hand, and said apologetically, "I've eaten a bit too much recently, and there's only so much dry food left in my hand." .”
"Thank you," Gilbert said meekly.
"It's okay." Austin took the jug full of water from the other side of the room. I poured water into my usual lunch box, and when I saw Gilbert choking on food, I handed the lunch box in front of him: "Eat slowly, there is still water here."
Under such careful care, Gilbert also became embarrassed.
"It's obviously the first time we met." Gilbert whispered while drinking water.
"What?" Austin asked, turning around.
"Obviously this is the first time you and I have met today, why do you take such good care of me?" Gilbert asked, swallowing the water in his mouth.
"Huh?" Austin recalled what happened today. Indeed, he seemed to be very concerned about this foreign vagrant who suddenly appeared. After pondering in his mind for a while, Austin replied with a smile: "Maybe you are really ugly, and I was pretty ugly when I was young. When I see people in the same situation as myself, I can always think of the past. Bitter history. I just want to take good care of you."
The reason is still tender after listening carefully. It's just that this method of suppressing first and then raising it is really not worthy of compliments.
Gilbert curled his lips and continued to eat the wheat flour cake in his hand.
Austiner took out a quilt and laid it on the ground, flattening it out.
"When you're done eating, put the lunch box there. I'll clean it up, and you should rest quickly." Austin urged while making the bed.
"Okay. I'm done." Gilbert took the last bite of the wheat flour tortilla. He turned over and lay down on the bed. Pickle the quilt horns for yourself.
After everything was ready, Austin stood up. Maintaining a half-squat position for a long time will still make people dizzy when fighting the flag.
After finally stabilizing his figure, Austin turned his head and looked at Gilbert behind him. It was found that Gilbert had fallen into a deep sleep. Perhaps it was to meet the body's feeding needs, and the breathing range was much larger than what I saw this morning.
"Fall asleep so quickly." Austin read silently. After stretching by the side of the candlestick, Austin also felt a burst of tiredness.
"Huh—" Austin put out the candle, and the room became pitch black. He could only grope his way back to his bed.
But Austin is used to such occasions. In the tent shared by the soldiers, the lights will be turned off around ten o'clock every night. After every night shift, when I go back, I can only grope forward in the dark. Or use the snoring of a soundly asleep person to judge your position.
Austiner lay on the paved floor, closed his eyes, and fell asleep after a while.
The next morning, Gilbert woke up smelling the porridge wafting from outside the door, and when he got out of bed in a daze, he kicked on Austin's lap.
"Ah!" With a scream, Austin also had to wake up from his dream.
In a dream he had last night, Austiner had dreamed that Gilbert had changed from what he had been into a lovable, lovable little child. Wherever he goes, he will be welcomed by everyone, and he always follows him, looking at him proudly, and walking with him.
Dreams are beautiful, but reality is always grim. This is the reality that Austiner felt after waking up early in the morning and looking at Gilbert's face.
(end of this chapter)