"It's none of your business." Gilbert had already seen that the snake girl in front of him was the key to forcing the group to retreat. Then he locked his eyes on the opponent.
The eyes of the two met in the air, and the atmosphere at the scene became tense.
"Okay." In the end, the leader of the Snake Girl waved his hand and said, "There is nothing in this group of soldiers that is worth fighting for our lives. What's more, we are still waiting for you to go back and continue to watch the good show of the goblins. I heard that there is still a mess there."
"Hmph." Gilbert snorted coldly, "It's good to be interesting. Besides, the goblins are only in a temporary civil war. No matter how chaotic it becomes, you won't have the chance for these foreigners to intervene."
The leader of the snake girl narrowed her eyes dangerously upon hearing this.
Gilbert didn't care, turned around and left.
Back in the camp, Gilbert saw Austin who was looking for him.
Austiner was asking passing soldiers if they had seen Gilbert. In the middle of speaking, he noticed that Gilbert was standing in front of him.
"Where have you been?" Austin asked concerned.
Seeing the sweat droplets on Austin's forehead, Gilbert made a uncomfortable expression and whispered to him, "I feel sick to my stomach."
"Stomach upset? Is it because of the porridge you just had?" Austin asked in surprise.
"I don't know." Gilbert shook his head and continued, "It's much better now."
"Then" Austin looked down at the steak in his lunch box and hesitated.
"You can eat." Gilbert said with a bright smile.
"No, I'll save it for you when you're hungry at night." Austin shook his head, covered the lunch box, and said looking at Gilbert.
Gilbert saw that he couldn't stop persuading him, so he didn't say any more. Let Austin lead him back to the tent to rest.
After Gilbert lay down on the bed, Austiner salted the corners for him.
"Are you going to stay here and sleep today?" In the dark room, Gilbert looked at Austin with bright eyes.
"Well" Austin pursed the corners of his mouth hesitantly, recalling what DeWitt said to him at noon today in his mind, so he said: "This is not a place prepared for me to rest, of course I want to go back Sleep in your own bed."
"Okay," Gilbert replied, and closed his eyes.
Austin stood by the bed and watched him fall asleep, until he heard Gilbert's breathing became even, and then extinguished the candlestick in the corner. He walked out of the camp lightly.
After seeing him coming out, a comrade-in-arms of the same team stepped forward and said, "Austinger, it's our turn to be on the night shift today."
"Okay, I'll make some preparations." Austin nodded immediately.
"Are you okay? I feel that you are quite tired." The teammate asked.
"Do I look tired?" Austin asked, raising his head strangely.
"Well, I feel a little tired." The teammate joked: "Your 'son' must be very difficult to take care of."
"Son?" Austin raised his eyebrows.
"It's the newly recruited kid." The soldier explained with a smile, "Now everyone sees that kid as your son."
"Is that so?" Austin lowered his head wearily, waved his hands and said, "It's up to you."
If it makes Gilbert happier with the group.
"I said that when you are still taking care of others, you should take care of yourself." The soldier shook his head and said, "We won't be able to walk with that little guy for long. At this speed, it is estimated that we will break up after more than ten days."
After saying this, the soldier was called away. Leaving Austin standing there alone, wondering why everyone would say that to him, obviously he didn't think of anything.
This question piled up in Austiner's chest like a mystery, feeling stuffy.
Not intending to continue thinking about it, Austin put on his armor,
So he stepped up and walked to his own row, and accepted the task of patrolling with everyone.
In Claremont's camp, Clemente was rummaging through the pile of documents in his luggage bag.
Sitting on the other side of the desk was Abel, who was eating a sugar snack on a plate at a leisurely pace.
"So that's what you put in your luggage bag? No wonder it's twice the size of everyone else's." Abel said, dipping the remaining sugar in the plate.
"I don't want to throw these things away. I put them in the barracks and no one helps me clean them up, so I can only carry them with me," Claremont replied.
"You have read every book here dozens of times." After eating his snack, Abel approached and squatted on the ground, surprised by the number of books.
"No. I bought some books myself, and the ones I bought were more distressed, so I didn't read them much. Some bookstore owners gave me books, but I read them dozens of times." Clement explained.
Abel looked up at him with disgust, and said: "The elite selected from the dignified Calradia soldiers. How do you know how to save yourself?"
"I keep all the reward money given by the army well." Claremont said with a smile, "The money for these books is also collected from the rewards given to us by the generals."
Abel gave him a blank look, and sat back on his stool. After sitting for a while, I really couldn't stay idle. Then he asked Claremont, "You asked me to accompany you to this barracks to find books. What exactly are you going to do?"
"I have a picture book, and it seems to be lost." Claremont said with a little anxiety in his eyes, and the speed of rummaging through the pile of books became faster and faster.
"Is it a valuable illustrated book?" Abel also came over and asked with concern.
"Probably. It's just that now I recall that there are drawings on the illustrated book that record the history of the elves." Claremont nodded and said, "Perhaps it can prove Gilbert's identity."
"You and Commander DeWitt, didn't you all decide that Gilbert is the crown prince of the elves? Why do you need to find something to confirm." Abel recalled the conversation outside the camp that night, and asked.
"No, I think the tattoo on Gilbert's body should have other meanings, not just the crown prince." The prison bird sealed in the cage appeared in Claremont's mind, and he vaguely said his own thoughts. guess.
"So that's how it is." After learning about the current situation, Abel followed Claremont to search among the piles of books.
"What's the name of that book?"
"Natural Encyclopedia."
"What? Why do books that study other races on the continent have such names." Abel's expression froze for a moment.
"Stop talking nonsense, help me find it quickly."
(end of this chapter)