The corners of Arthur's mouth were raised. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Like Vitgor, I was a proponent of saving, but after this time, I decided to give up on saving and stay in a hotel when it was time to stay. ”

Naine smiled and nodded, "Well, that's fine, it's important to be able to get rid of fatigue well." ”

Arthur exhaled a long breath: "If you are short of money, it's a big deal to go to the exchange to take a task, ah, it's good to have money, you can live in a hotel, you can take a bath in such a big bath, I didn't care about money at all before, but now it seems that I have to put making money into the plan." ”

"Because we don't have any money. "I remember that Witt seemed to say that the prize money he got in Wommeer was because it cost a lot to buy equipment in Bangor. ”

Arthur clenched his fists: "Okay! It's decided! In the future, you have to pay attention to the tasks of the exchange!

"I'll do my best, too!" Naine held her face and smiled at Arthur.

Naine originally wanted to sleep in Arthur's body, but she seems to be infected by the fatigue of her companions, and the temptation of the neat and soft bed multiplies her exponentially.

After telling Nain that you could sleep anywhere, Arthur lay down in the large double bed, set aside half of the space, and slept with his eyes closed.

Tiredness and bathing made the boy almost fall asleep with his pillow on it. The girl sitting on the edge of the bed was still hesitating.

But when her hand touched the long-lost sheets, her body fell down, she felt the softness of the mattress, the pillow on the pillow, and smelled the faint aroma of linen, the girl's heart was no longer able to hold it.

Only one night and should ...... It's okay, right......

Naine lay on her side, looking at Arthur's sleeping face in the dark, her thin lips gradually pursed into a small satisfied smile.

It's late November, and the mountains along the western border should be covered with snow, but the ridges are still bare, and in some places an unknown red color seeps out.

At the foot of the hill adjacent to Monodic, a heavily fortified munitions factory is running in an orderly manner.

Inside the fence, which is made from a whole thick tree trunk, the guards who patrol from time to time, the horsemen who haul ore and finished products back and forth, and the workers who are naked and sweaty with hammers, all create a scene of great enthusiasm.

The expected snow did not fall, and many of the equipment and finished products were not in a hurry to be moved, and remained exposed in mostly uncovered open space.

This is actually a good thing, Martin Vank, who came from a distance, looked around casually and thought, instead of being always intercepted by those old men in the Holy Capital, it is better to put them all in Monodic, anyway, it is on the border line, if there is a war, it can be used at any time, there is no need to turn around and transport it to the Holy Capital, and send it to the old fox of Heslow.

Walking to a tent with a white and green striped flag, Martin Vank simply raised his hand and saluted the guards standing on either side, then lifted the tent cloth and entered the tent.

The man sitting in the center was brushing his boots with a shoe brush, and the bonfire lit up the boots, but the man was still brushing them quickly.

Two men in silver heavy armor and long swords filled the small space with the rugged tension of a male warrior.

"Whew, I can't tell whether it's hot or cold in this damn weather. Taking a bite of the beetroot, Martin walked over to the campfire, the red juice of the beetroot running down the corners of his mouth between his teeth, and the thick white gold stubble on his chin was soon stained with red juice.

Of course, if he didn't even bother to wash the soil from the beetroot, or swallow it into his stomach or spit it out with the flesh, then he didn't care about the juice.

The slightly curly dark blonde hair in the middle was also stained with a lot of red, and if it weren't for the grease and muddy hair, which only reached the man's shoulders, it would have been stained even more.

The man who brushed his boots looked up and chuckled at the sight of Martin's appearance.

Like Martin, he also has the deep eyes of an adult man after weathering, and the rough and unruly beard, and he can't tell whether it is the cold wind or the small lines created by the enemy that stretch and shrink with the smile, or hide or show.

Louis Ionclay was bald on the top of his head, with a large scar on the right side of his head.

That's not the cause of the man's baldness, it's just that the hair on the top of his head was shaved off to heal the wound, and the man thought it was good, and he wanted to see the scar often to warn himself, so he simply kept the top of his head bald.

The brown and black hair that hung down from the pinna of the ear was braided into small braids and hung down on the back of the man's neck.

"What would those who worship and fear you think if they knew that the title of Bloodthirsty Wardemon was actually due to your love of beetroot?"

"I don't care what love thinks. Martin took another bite of the beetroot, and the red juice gushed out from between the two rows of white teeth, because the man's rough bite was indeed a kind of madness.

If you ignore the dirt on his face, Martin Vank is actually a fairly handsome man, although since he put on his armor and picked up his sword, he has completely abandoned the elegance of being a nobleman, but his fair complexion and light green eyes still reveal a nobility different from that of ordinary warriors.

"Okay, don't mess around Martin, what are you doing? Knowing they're coming, you're going to make a fool of yourself?"

"I'm sorry I don't think it's good to be clean and pretty, I'd rather choose solid armor than polished but fragile armor, even if it's covered in dirt. ”

"Looks like you know you're covered in dirt. ”

"Of course, I know that it's time for the old men who are clumped in velvet-stuffed silk cushions to see what is real, and the smell of perfume that only women use, and I want to vomit when I smell it, and I might as well smell my beetroot. ”

"Patience, patience, you're a noble Martin, anyway, it's pretending, you don't need to put much effort into it. ”

"Oh, pretend, how about putting down the ridiculous shoe brush and taking a bite of beetroot?"

"You want me to smell beetroot too, don't you? Hurry up, go clean yourself. ”

"The only thing I'm clean is my ass! If they want to see it, I'll take off my pants and show them!"

Louie looked like he was sighing, but he was actually laughing happily, he knew the old man's temper very well, and it was useless to say anything. A short time later, the soldiers came to give an announcement, and Louis put on his shiny boots and stood up to greet him.

"Lord Aynos has arrived!"

With a long shout, the tent cloth was lifted, and a thin, short old man walked into the tent with two attendants dressed as church guards.

The old man was dressed in a divine robe, although it was not the most luxurious, but compared to the clothes of everyone here, his clothes could be regarded as kings. The old man's all-white hair was covered under a bowler hat, and there were some yellow spots on the sides of his drooping cheeks.

"Welcome to Monodic, Lord Aynos. Louis saluted politely, and Martin just snorted. The old man didn't look at Louie, who was polite and polite, but stretched out his hand to Martin, who was looking away.