Arthur adjusted to a more comfortable position, returned to his languid state, and rubbed his face as he said, "Just like you can see me, say, what's wrong?"

Witt lowered his gaze, pursed his lips and fell silent, Arthur saw Werther's hesitation, sat up completely, and looked at Werther, saying, "It seems that things are more serious than I thought." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Witt asked, "Where's Nayin?"

"Inventory of medical supplies. ”

"Phil?"

"The little devils who led the reserve team went up the snowy mountain. ”

After hesitating, Werther told Arthur everything about it. Arthur didn't look surprised, much to Werther's surprise. Arthur was silent for a moment, then said, "She was killing herself." ”

Witt immediately said, "So we have to persuade her when she comes!"

Arthur smiled bitterly, "She won't listen." If Bai Xue is here, we can persuade her, Bai Xue is gone, and we can't stop her from committing suicide. ”

Witt raised his voice: "We're going to at least try!"

Seeing that Arthur didn't speak, Werther frowned and asked, "Are you really thinking about joining them!?"

Arthur shrugged: "A piece of territory that belongs to the Golden Lion Regiment, this is indeed what Rick has always wanted." ”

"Arthur!"

"Because of the place we are in now, there are many fewer new people than before, and it will be more and more difficult for the Golden Lions to survive in this way, and of course, this is also their intention to expel us here. ”

Arthur lowered his head and said as if talking to himself, "If they hadn't expelled us, we wouldn't have entered the Final Snow Mountain, and Rick wouldn't have died." ”

"Arthur......" Werther wanted to say otherwise, but he couldn't, he knew that Arthur would never forget Rick's death.

"Anyway. Arthur got out of bed and stretched, "Salina will come here, and when the time comes, we will give her an answer." ”

Witt asked, "What do you want to reply to her?"

"I don't know. It's too big for me to make a decision on my own. ”

Witt spread his hands: "The Golden Lion Regiment is up to you to make the decision." ”

"Go talk to Jonathan and ask him for his opinion, he's been keeping an eye on the city and the church. ”

"What about you?"

"I want to be away for a while. ”

Witte looked helpless: "Going to the lake again?"

"This time it might be longer. ”

"How long?"

"A week, a month? I don't know. If Salina comes before I come back, please come to me. ”

Witt couldn't help but rub his face: "Arthur, you can't do this. ”

"I just want to be alone for a while. ”

"But you've been there many times in the year, and each time you've been longer than the last. ”

"With Jonathan in the regiment and you, I don't have to worry. Besides, you know where to find me, and I can come back whenever I want. ”

Witt sighed and shook his head: "I can't stop you, I can't stop you, go on, go on, be a silent savage." ”

Arthur doesn't think that staying by the lake is like being a silent savage, but he admits that staying by the lake satisfies his desire to try not to speak.

After leading the Golden Lions into a new camp and everything was on track, Arthur spoke less and less, and interacted less and less with the members. Most people often do not see their regimental commander for long periods of time, and it is often Witt and Jonathan who give orders in everyone's sight.

After packing his belongings with Nain's help and saying goodbye to Wooi, who had grown to a height, Arthur rode to the lake that day, set up a tent, lit a bonfire, and began his peaceful seclusion.

During the day Arthur would hunt in the forest, fish at the lake, collect firewood, or simply walk aimlessly in the forest to try the feeling of getting lost.

But no matter how he goes, he won't get lost. He knew the forest all too well, he knew every tree, every rock, every fungus-filled land.

At night, Arthur would sort out his day's harvest, taste the food he had worked hard to make, and then take advantage of the campfire and moonlight to catch the night with a fishing rod.

But most of the time, there was no bait on the hook, and Arthur didn't pay attention to the drift, and as every night, he just sat by the lake and looked into the dark and blurred distance.

On the afternoon of the third day of arriving at the lake, Arthur was fishing as usual, when suddenly he looked up and looked somewhere, and then heard a shout.

"Help!"

Arthur dropped his fishing rod and got up instantly, and soon he saw a man running by the lake about two hundred meters away from him, and something seemed to be chasing him from behind.

In Nayin's absence, Arthur didn't know what was chasing the man, but he didn't hesitate to ride over, and when he was close enough, he could see clearly that it was a short, middle-aged man who was running, and that behind him was a large brown bear.

The man ran into the lake in a panic, but accidentally fell, which made the bear less distant from him, and he got up in a panic, walked deeper into the lake, and raised his satchel and put it on his head.

Arthur thought that maybe the man didn't know that bears could swim. Originally, he judged that the horse's running speed was fast enough to rush over, but now that the little man was reckless, Arthur first shot with a crossbow arrow.

Just as the brown bear was about to bite the little man's arm, two crossbow arrows shot into the brown bear's throat with precision.

In the midst of the brown bear's roar, Arthur arrived on horseback, and he drew his sword and swung it out, completely cutting off the brown bear's head.

The neighing of the horse, the head of the brown bear, and the thrust of the body pouring into the water coincide with the sound of the horse being reined in.

The small man held the bag, his big round eyes opened as if they were about to bulge, he watched the cold light of the blade flash in the flying blood, and saw Arthur's expressionless face, neatly disposing of a giant beast that weighed hundreds of times his weight, looking like killing a bug.

Arthur steered the horse to prevent its raised front hooves from hurting the little man.

When the horse stabilized, Arthur looked at him and asked, "Are you alright?"

The man was stunned for a few seconds, then wiped the water droplets on his face and the blood splashed, and gasped and replied, "Yes, it should be fine." ”

Arthur turned his head and motioned for the man to come ashore, but seeing that he was still frightened and his pace was unsteady, Arthur stretched out his hand and said, "I'll take you up." ”

The man pursed his thin lips and took Arthur's hand, which he dragged onto the horse.

On the way back to the station, the man trembled and said, "Thank you for saving my life." ”

"No thanks. "I'm more interested in who you are and why you're here than thanks." ”

The man nodded tremblingly: "Ah yes, this hasn't been said yet, it seems that I am still in shock." ”

He swallowed and frothed, trying to shake off the fright, and said in a polite and formal tone, "Hello, my name is Valentine. ”