Life is like fishing for canned food in a big pot, you don't know what your next can will taste like.

At lunchtime, Charles, who had finished writing yesterday's battle report, stood in front of the cauldron and fished out a can with his eyes closed.

When he opened the can, a strong smell poured out of the can.

"I'll it!" an age-looking elf sitting across from him looked at Charles and his cans in horror, "how can this thing still exist now, might as well Her Majesty say that she will stop producing such things when she ascends the throne?"

Charles, with a bitter face, asked the elf: "Sir, what kind of can is this?"

"Assorted canned liver. The elf took his lunch and left, the smell of the can that he couldn't eat.

It is a rule and regulations for each person to receive a can of food per meal, and you can save it without eating it, but you can't waste it.

Charles looked at the can, which seemed to be older than Elizabeth, and then looked around at the elves who began to pack up and get away from him, and decided that today's lunch would only be rice and vegetable soup.

So Charles put on a mask, turned on the air filtration function that he had discovered not long ago, and finished eating the green vegetable soup and rice under the murderous eyes of the elves around him.

Perhaps his behavior gathered so much resentment that when Elizabeth arranged a task after dinner, Charles drew the assignment during the draw.

Now Charles is an attendant in Elizabeth's chamberlain, and under the military orders of Rushan, Elizabeth did not give him much preferential treatment.

"Be careful along the way. As she was about to leave the tent, Elizabeth said to him, "Just finish the task, and don't make any trouble." ”

Charles smiled, "Don't worry, my escape technique is still okay." ”

"Don't underestimate the fishmen, you might suffer if they are prepared. Elizabeth knew that Charles had made great progress from before, "In times of extreme danger, you should inform Nikolai." ”

Charles shook his head, in the war of the elven royal court, calling people from other countries to come to the rescue on the territory of the elves, which made the elves very embarrassed.

While pulling Celestia in the horse ring, Charles met Horatio again.

"Are you going back?" Charles asked.

Now Horatio was stationed in a nearby town with five hundred Praetorian Guards, and this time he was leading three hundred reinforcements from another direction to support the village.

Angry and angry, Horatio saw the standard backpack Charles was carrying and said to him: "Be smart on the road, and when you see that the situation is wrong, you would rather take a long detour than be stupid." ”

"Don't worry. Charles untied Celestia's reins from the stake, "You know I'm clever. ”

After leaving the barracks, Charles took out a map and rechecked his route for the next few days.

He was then to run errands and send the two thousand enemy soldiers of yesterday's battle report to the villages and towns to the south.

After more than two hours of riding Celestia south, Charles came to a village outside.

Farmers have now begun to sow soybeans in the fields outside the village, which is much warmer than in the north, so the sowing is also a little earlier.

The farmers just glanced up at Charles, who was in military uniform, wondering how he could continue to be busy with his farm work when he was a human being.

The militiamen on duty on the side of the road greeted him, and Charles tossed his identification card to one of the militiamen, and said: "I am from the Southern Military District Command, and I have sent the latest battle report." ”

The militia looked at the unspeakably young masked human in front of him, and then at the identity card in his hand. The back of the badge clearly states that the bearer is a young male human, and specifically states that he sometimes wears a mask.

The militia, who couldn't see the problem, finally chose to believe this guy.

Now Charles still often wears a mask, one reason is to keep out the dust, and the other reason is that his face is too tender, how awkward it is to come in the army.

Of course, a certain elf who is angry with him is not good-looking by the standards of elves, which is also one of the reasons.

The militia led Charles to the village one after the other, talking incessantly along the way.

"What's new?" the militia asked.

Charles said indifferently: "It's nothing, that is, yesterday we killed two thousand salted fish." ”

"So many?" said the militiaman, surprised, and there were only thirty or fifty fish-man raiders in the past.

"yes, half of them are still Salted Fish Guards. Charles nodded and said, "Those salted fish actually secretly built a camp in the mountain, but fortunately, the commander saw the trick of those salted fish, and destroyed the salted fish nest yesterday." ”

"The commander is amazing. The militiaman exclaimed, "So have you seen those fishmen?"

Charles said "hehe" twice, "I happened to save some children from the salted fish." ”

"That's good. The militiaman said, "Salted fish now often catch those children back." ”

They soon came to the gate of the village, where the chief and militia captain were already waiting for Charles to come.

After identifying himself, Charles pulled out a roll of parchment from his backpack behind his back and nailed it to the bulletin board next to the gate with the help of the militia.

No way, Charles's height is too short for an elf right now, and he can't reach the top of the bulletin board.

After the village chief over there signed the form for the completion of the task, he said while looking at the recent battle report: "I can't see it, little brother, you actually killed so many salted fish alone." ”

The battle report has a ranking of the most kills, and Charles's name is the first in the list. And Horatio behind him had a single-digit number of kills compared to him.

"Everyone takes care of me. Charles said modestly, "All I killed were miscellaneous fish, and if it was the salted fish Praetorian Guard, I wouldn't have anything to do." ”

"Don't be modest. The militia captain handed the parchment to Charles after signing the form, "Even with so many pigs, it's not easy to kill them all in one day." ”

"It's all taught by the master. Charles said.

"Who is your master?" asked the militia captain curiously.

"That's the Commander. Charles put the parchment back in his backpack.

"The commander is amazing!" exclaimed the militia captain and village chief.

"That's inevitable. "I'm going to the next village, everyone is on their toes, and it's not the same as before." ”

With that, Charles rode Celestia to the next village, where he was scheduled to spend the night.