A morning of training almost made James fall to the ground on the spot. If it weren't for the fact that his physical fitness was not ridiculously bad, he even doubted that he might have fallen headlong and died of heat stroke.

The afternoon sun was finally much milder. The clock in Kingsbridge's auditorium struck 14 times before Damac stopped his devil's training on James and prepared to announce the start of the meal.

Crouched on the ground, James had been wondering why a hot-tempered and nervous figure like Damac could train himself methodically at the same time, and on the other side he was able to scold the soldiers who practiced swordsmanship in the martial arts arena.

Does he have two brains?

James gasped.

As long as it is related to force, whether it is actual combat or training, Sergeant Damac is also meticulous.

He took off his heavy leather boots and poured out a transparent stream of sweat from them.

"I'll ...... Can a human foot make so much sweat?" James couldn't stand the bad smell, and he subconsciously covered his nose at this moment - although he didn't smell anything strange.

"Xiao Zhan......" Damac was also sweating profusely, but he had a smile on his face, and he didn't look tired at all. "You did a good job today! Hehehehe, it seems that the old man of Janold is not wrong, you are really a young man with convictions and ideals!"

James pouted.

"Sergeant, why don't I go take a shower first? I think it smells a little bad for me to eat like this......"

Damac patted James' sweat-soaked back with his hand unconcernedly, and nodded.

"Don't worry, you eat with us. ”

"Huh?" James frowned. "You ...... Are there going to be several people for this dinner?"

"After all, in this barracks, apart from you, there are Janod and Arta, and I have no one who can safely invite him to the conference room. Damac began his rambling again. "I'm also a famous berserker in Freetown, and I've contributed so much to the Warrior Guild, but they didn't even invite me to a staff officer, I really look down on Lao Tzu!"

He glanced at James again.

"The only thing I can refer to now is the previous record of the Kingsbridge guard's attack on the orcs. However, I was not in the mood to read the messy text at all, so I needed to ask someone who had the patience to read that large paragraph to help. He chuckled a few times. "James, I think you can go over and have a look......"

"Me?" said James. I didn't expect the big man in front of me to value himself so much. After all, if it weren't for Damac, I'm afraid James and Giarold would still be living in that shabby little tent under the piers of King's Bridge, eating some of the old books that Rolf had given him before he left.

"yes, you ......" Damac punched James hard. He barely spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"I don't think I'm a good fit......"

I'm going, I'm actually able to participate in this kind of military operation meeting, it's so strong that I have no friends, okay?

"It doesn't matter, no matter how bad you are, it's much better than those recruits who rush to the cafeteria every day to eat and complain about the misery as soon as they get to the training ground. Damac gave him a trusting look, then clasped his hands on his chest and laughed a few times, and left the place.

James laughed at him for a moment, then tiredly unshoeed his second leather shoe.

Forget it, just because I'm a charismatic person......

James first put his armor in a corner of his tent, said hello to Janold, who was still sitting on the bed reading a book, then took a pile of clean clothes, stepped barefoot on the lawn and left the place where the army was stationed, and walked towards the bank of the Blue Mist River.

Kingsbridge is located in the middle of the Blue Mist River, where the river is very wide and the water is covered with a characteristic blue haze. James felt as if he had stepped into a fairyland, and the air was no longer so scorching. He sighed as he remembered the ridiculous thoughts he had at Storm Fortress.

Hey, I still want to be a carefree traveler......

Before he knew it, James was already far away from the camp of the Damac army. On the other side of the river there are still houses, but they have thinned out. He looked around, and when he saw that there was no one around, he took himself off naked and jumped into the water, poofed a few times, and felt the warmth of the river.

"Uh......h I miss the creek at the entrance of the village......" James dived underwater, swam a few meters into the water, and then poked his head out again.

The water surface is very calm, and there is no need to worry about the risk of drowning at all.

His muscles were sore from the morning's training, so James had to clasp his hands on a jutting rock on the riverbank to prevent himself from suddenly becoming weak and swept away by the river.

Looking at the distant birds and listening to the chirping of insects in the small trees, James spent a long time in a daze. In a trance, he seemed to return to the small village of his childhood.

Ay...... I don't know what happened to the village chief......

James secretly made up his mind in his heart that after he broke out in his career, he must go back to the village to see more of the parents and villagers who had placed hope in him. The slender and long iron sword that the village chief solemnly handed over to him, and the equipment that the villagers had painstakingly found, are now all missing. Thinking of this, on the one hand, he felt sad and blamed himself for his incompetence, and on the other hand, he used a lot of abusive words in the face of Adan in his heart.

After a long time, James decided it was time to go back, so he gently swung his leg muscles and kicked the dirt under the riverbank to float himself to the shore. He has lived in the countryside since he was a child, and he knows that a person after extreme fatigue will cause abnormal muscle weakness after a hard rest, so he did not dare to let go of his right hand, but chose to use a relatively strong leg to get himself out of the control of the water, so as not to suddenly lose control and cause drowning.

He tried very hard to prop up his waist with his hands, then sat up from the ground with great difficulty, and then with great difficulty, pushed himself to his feet, and carefully took a few steps to get his body used to it.

A dark-haired girl stands in front of herself.

"Fuck me!"

James jumped up violently as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, then knelt on the ground with weak legs, and subconsciously covered his little brother with his hands, and then rolled and climbed behind the tree.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... I didn't see you ......"

He apologized again and again, and his heart was crazy and fragrant. After a long time, the other party still did not respond to his words.

That guy can't be scared silly, right?

The incident of entering Glicenta's door by mistake in Lannega is still vivid in James's mind. I didn't expect that it didn't take long for this incident to happen, and I encountered the same embarrassing situation again, which was really speechless.

James still didn't hear any response, so he cautiously stuck his head out, ready to be slapped or cry and fuss.

After gradually recognizing the girl's appearance, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, followed by unusual indifference.

Constance ......

James turned his head and snorted coldly. The girl standing not far from James, staring blankly at the big tree next to James, was none other than Constance, who had been rescued and slandered him madly.

When James met such an enemy, he naturally didn't want to say a word. He quickly dressed himself, then turned around, picked up his sweaty old clothes on the ground, and glanced at Constance, who was still standing there stupidly.

"What are you doing here?"

James couldn't help but ask.

"Flower ......"

Constance held out her hand, and James saw her holding a cluster of small colorful flowers.

James took a closer look at Constance in front of him, and saw that she was draped on her shoulders haphazardly, and there were several different kinds of flowers inserted on her shoulders, and he saw that she was disheveled, her hands and face were dirty, and there were a few stains on her beautiful blue dress, and suddenly her nose became sore.

"Where's your mother?"

James's tone softened, and he asked the eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl in front of him like a lost little girl.

"Flower ......"

Constance muttered to himself as if he hadn't heard what James was saying. James was stunned for a moment, slowly stretched out his right hand, and among the large cluster of flowers in her hand, he chose the most beautiful small red flower, and smiled.

"Constance ......"

Constance raised his head slightly and snorted, as if he had agreed.

Even if James is stupid and has no emotional intelligence, he understands why she is slandering herself in front of everyone, and why she has become like this.

James was a little uncomfortable. He put his dirty clothes on the floor. Constance didn't care about what he had just done, but James felt the need to apologize. So he uttered several more words of explanation in quick succession, and whether Constance could hear it or not, poured into her ears in one go.

Constance carefully lifted his blue skirt, then crouched down, and with one free hand, plucked another nameless flower next to James's feet.

"Constance, this place is too far from your home, shall we go back?"

"Flower ......" Constance carefully wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth with his hand, in order to prevent the flowers in his hands from falling.

James clenched his fists and suddenly realized that he had made one of the best decisions of his life by burning those hateful robbers in the cave.

Constance slowly stood up, then jerked out his right hand and grabbed James' wrist.

James was stunned for a moment, a little alert, and subconsciously felt that Constance wanted to make some dangerous move, but she just stuffed a large ball of small flowers in his hand, and then took a few steps back, "giggling" and smirking.

James looked down at the large clump of flowers in his hand, and then at Constance, who was smiling with his mouth covered, and frowned.

Her symptoms were so obvious that Margaret should have noticed it......

James was right to think so, but he would never know how lenient a mother's heart could be to deceive herself and tolerate all the extraordinary actions her child has done.

James walked over gently, stroked Constance's long, random and messy hair with his hand, and whispered:

"Shall we go back?"

"Your flower ......," she smirked. "The flower ...... I gave you"

"Hmmm......"

"Hey......" Constance took a few more steps back, then covered his face with his hands and ran quickly in the direction of Kingsbridge's back gate.

James looked at her departing figure, did not stop her, but shook his head, and stood there for a long time before he remembered that he still had his clothes in hand, and was about to turn around, when Constance retreated from the bushes.

"Constance ......"

James suddenly read a look of horror and horror in the girl's eyes. He turned his head, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the approaching ugly, tall creature.

Blood-red eyes, brown skin and strong muscles, several hides with black and yellow patterns, two fangs that shimmered with a terrifying light, and a rough but bloody copper axe.

James watched as the approaching orc, roaring like a beast from his mouth, and with the first thought that crossed his mind, he grabbed Constance by the waist and dragged her to his side.

Because there was an extra person in his arms, James didn't control his direction well, and staggered backwards a few steps, just hitting a tall body.

"I ......"

James was almost speechless with fright.

A taller and stronger orc, clad in more armor, with emotionless eyes and a desire to kill, held a heavier axe and slashed at James's forehead before more orcs could come in from the grass.