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"The point is that she's a princess, my lord, she's a princess!" The yellow beard at the corner of Morey's mouth was about to be blown up by him, and the frail old man stared at Thor with wide eyes as if he suddenly had strength.

"You really don't have a sense of humor, Morey. Thor rubbed his nose and quipped, "Of course I understand what you said, are you going to explain to me how being a princess, ba-no, Bertha has become a nameless?"

"Well, that's exactly what I'm going to say next......"

"Don't be stupid Morey," Thor interrupted the old man, and he also became serious, his eyes widened, and he looked directly at the other and said:

"You may have had plenty of time to tell me the ins and outs of this story, instead of hastily entrusting Bertha to me, a savage whom you don't know very well, as you do now. ”

"Hmph, don't look at me Morey, I know you might want to say something like that, 'I've always seen people accurately,' right?" Thor said in a burst of words

"But I know a very philosophical saying, "Know the face but not the heart, have you ever heard it?"

"Know the people and know the face...... I don't know the heart" Morey muttered Thor's words, and couldn't help but nod and said: "Indeed, very wise words, but ......"

"Don't be, why don't you recuperate, survive as best you can, and take care of Bertha yourself?" Thor interrupted him again, pointing to himself:

"This is the Wild Corner, as you call it a "wild land", and such a title does not make sense here, whether it is a princess or a king. ”

Morey was silent, but Thor continued: "When I was very young, my father taught me the trick to survive here, that is, you can rely on the tribe, you can rely on your companions, you can rely on your family, but the most worthy of relying on is always yourself. ”

"You're right, Saul......" For the first time, Morey no longer used an honorific title, but called Saul's name as if he were a friend.

"I listen to you, don't say it......"

Thor laughed, but Morey rolled his eyes and said with the same sly smile: "But next time, you have to promise me no matter what......"

"Then look forward to the next time, which will never come. Thor patted Morey on the shoulder, and the old man seemed to be in better spirits during the conversation, which made Thor quite happy.

"Noam. A voice came from behind him, and Thor turned back to see Blacktooth and Kratos walking over.

"Where have you been?" Thor realized that he hadn't seen Blacktooth since he entered the cave.

"I've gone ahead and scouted, Nome, the cave is too deep. Blacktooth knelt lightly beside the fire, leaning his hand closer, feeling the heat of the flames and a comfortable expression on his face.

"Oh, how deep?"

Kratos also came to sit down by the fire, and after being in such a storm for so long, even as strong as Kratos could not help but feel tired.

"There was barely an end, and I didn't dare to go far before I came back. ”

Then Diana came over, carrying a small earthenware jar in her left hand and a shelf of firewood in her right.

She came to Thor's left-hand side, slowly crouched down, sat down on her knees, set the clay pot and shelf on the fire, and boiled it.

"Lord Thor, the food has been distributed. Turning her head, Diana's brows tightened, and she said sadly, "More than thirty people are missing, I'm afraid ......."

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, and the "beep" sound from the occasional burst of firewood was particularly harsh.

"yes, I see. Thor was expressionless, it was almost impossible for someone who had disappeared in such a storm to survive, and it was already a miracle that most of the people of this small tribe were still alive in this cave.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable, Thor knew that nature had always been like this, and he couldn't ask for more.

The rest of the tribe had fallen asleep, snoring everywhere, and only Thor's small circle was still sitting together.

The clay pot was set on the fire, the rain in the jar was boiled, making a "zilazila" sound, and a smell of meat slowly emanated, apparently someone had added some jerky to it.

Thor poured the boiling broth into another small clay pot, and couldn't help but feel that he was enjoying the treatment of a privileged class, knowing that the other tribesmen did not drink the broth, and they all hurried to sleep after eating a few mouthfuls of water-soaked jerky.

After all, the jar is an important material in the tribe, and using a lot of clay pots at the same time like this must be a preferential treatment that only Nome can enjoy.

Carefully handed it to his mouth, a smell of meat came to his nose, to be honest, if it was on the earth where Thor once lived, this can of broth would be disgusting.

After some kind of pheasant or fox meat is boiled, it is beaten with a piece of rock salt found by chance, and finally dried to become the best reserve food in the tribe. The taste of this meat can be imagined.

But for Thor now, it was simply unbeatable, and after being baptized by the storm, a mouthful of thick, hot broth satisfied him in an instant.

Although it is light and has almost no taste, there is only a heavy feeling of soup that makes you feel that you are not drinking water, but this is enough.

After drinking, he handed it to Morey on his right, the old man now seemed to have regained some strength, he trembled and raised the clay pot, took a small sip, as if attracted by the irresistible aroma, and gulped down.

Then he quickly put down the soup can, opened his mouth, and spit out his tongue and gasped, apparently scalded by the hot soup.

"You still say what kind of lord you used to be. Thor's complaint was obviously not heeded by Lord Trier, the old knight had already developed an impregnable face, he slowed down for a moment, picked up the jar again, and wanted to take another sip.

Black Tooth's eyes were hot as he watched from the sidelines, and he didn't even notice the saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he just changed his expression with Morey's movements, nervous for a while, impatient for a while, for fear that the broth would be drunk.

Only Kratos and Diana looked calm, and even Thor couldn't help but be a little anxious after tasting it, hoping to take another sip.

Morey put down the clay pot and pushed Bertha who was sleeping beside him, and the little girl squinted, confused, not knowing that her true identity had been told to Thor by Morey.

Seeing the soup can handed to her, she didn't make any moves, and the gray hairball that was originally pressed under her moved first.

As if attracted by the aroma of broth, he poked his nose out and stuck out his head, with a black pointed nose, tender ears, and an open mouth full of milk teeth that had not yet grown, which was clearly a cute gray wolf.