"Oh?" Floyd, who was sitting in the tent, was a little surprised to hear Lear's report, "Weken, do you still do quick calculations?"

Weken nodded calmly.

"Lear, he understands, right?" Vloyd looked at Lear with some confusion without a superfluous expression.

Lear didn't know how to answer for a while, so he had to smile wryly.

"It's just simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. Weken replied.

"Plus, what's that?" Freud said, propping his forehead, "Looks like it's your hometown's method." ”

"Yes. ”

Weken didn't intend to take it seriously.

"General!" but Lear on the side was very excited, "Weken is a very good logistician, but I don't think he will stop at a logistician. I think he should be given a position like squad leader. ”

"Well......," Freud frowned slightly, "I'll think about it." ”

"Yes, General. Lear promised.

Weken, on the other hand, was a little curious.

I remember that Freud once said that he was not fit to be an officer or something like that.

"Okay, I've got some business to attend to, if you don't have anything to do......" Floyd waved his hand and motioned for the two to leave.

"General. Wei Ken then spoke, "I want to learn more powerful swordsmanship." Ron's sword, I don't know how to use it. ”

Inside the tent, the three of them were silent for a long time.

Lear didn't speak, and waited quietly with his head bowed. Weken looked at Floyd, full of hope. Floyd, on the other hand, gave Weken a deep look and fell into deep thought.

A moment later.

"I see. Weken, tomorrow afternoon, you and I will practice swordsmanship. In the end, Floyd still didn't understand Weken.

He agrees with Lear to teach Weken, also to make the young man let go of his desire to fight a little.

Is it really a desire? This young man, behind his thirst for war and wealth, seems to have a bland and empty heart.

He is not like some recruit who yearns for a battlefield where he can quickly earn exploits and bounties in order to save enough money to go home and live a stable life.

It's more like he's trying to grab something he wants from the battlefield, improve himself quickly, and then go after more battlefields.

But it's weird...... If it's just for the sake of fighting, accumulating military exploits, gaining glory, and finding a way to get into the upper class. I should be able to peek at him and see a trace of my youth.

Not like, not at all...... His attitude, which does not seem to be enthusiastic about those nobles, does not seem to be for the honor that everyone praises.

Neither like a berserker in love with war, nor like a man who pursues merit. He is like a puppet, frantically plundering the souls of others on the battlefield, trying to fill the hollow in his heart in order to obtain a "sense of loneliness".

"Thank you, General. As Floyd pondered, Weken thanked him and left with Lear.

After a long time, Freud recovered from his contemplation and once again turned his mind to the official affairs of Xicheng District: "I used to think that life must have 'power', 'wealth', and 'glory'. But I'm old, and I don't care about power, wealth, or glory. Only 'family' is everything to me. Now, let's take care of the Xicheng District, where there are a lot of thieves, and then take Maduri and Little Liz over. ”

Although the main city is protected by walls and regular troops, it can give those who are inside it peace of mind. But there is also something more sinister than thieves and bandits.

At this point, Weken rested temporarily at Lear's behest and returned to his tent.

With four people occupied, this ten-person tent is extra spacious.

"Weken!"

Joseph entered from outside the tent and, when he saw Weken, beckoned happily.

"Joseph. Weken nodded, "Joseph, you weren't in the barracks last night?"

On the first day, Freud made a rule that everyone had to blow the horn of the barracks three times before sunset to send money to the camp. Otherwise...... A recruit, who was not afraid of anything, was whipped and still collapsed on the bed and screamed bitterly.

Weken didn't have any opinion on this, neither wanting Loku to think the punishment too harsh, nor Negar to think it was too early to return.

Anyway, you can eat and sleep here, learn new skills, earn some money, and maybe even go to the battlefield to harvest souls - isn't it good?

Why leave the barracks?

"Aren't you trying too hard, you fellow?" said Joseph, dragging his lame leg on crutches, "Everyone has a day to rest, a day and a night, to be exact! Rest the first morning, and then finish the next morning! Oh! By the way, if you come back after the next morning's training, you can even rest until the evening before the trumpet blows!"

"Oh......" Weken nodded.

"That's a good deal, but two days!two days!Weken, do you understand!?" Joseph looked excited, "It's much more comfortable to live two days and one night than to be on duty in the barracks!

"Perhaps. Weken doesn't comment on that.

Rather than discussing things that you haven't been exposed to and have nothing to do with you, it's better to look at them with an attitude of non-evaluation by bystanders.

"Do you really understand what I'm saying?" said Joseph, scratching his hair in annoyance, "I think you should go and get some rest." ”

"I get up and go to bed on time every day, I exercise enough every day, I eat all three meals on time and in the right amount, and Lear says I'm normal. ”

"You guy...... Alas, forget it, if you like it. Joseph sighed, and then his eyes flashed slightly, "Well, Wicken, since you are not out of the barracks...... Is there any extra ......"

Wei Ken listened quietly, "Huh?"

"It's nothing, a manly man, it's up to you to fight for it!" Joseph shook his head, and collapsed into his bed with a look of distress.

Wei Ken sniffed the air, frowned slightly, and seriously proposed, "I think you should take a bath, you have a sour smell on you." ”

"No way! I was with Daly last night—mmmm!!" Joseph hurriedly covered his mouth.

He looked at Wei Ken's expression, and he was alive, "You are a deflated three, and you actually talk to me"!

"So there's a dog out there......" Weken shook his head and pulled out a bag of Djeru from his baggage, "Ugh...... Here are three hundred and twenty-six Djeru, so I'll lend them to you for the time being. ”

"No!" Joseph hurriedly shook his head, "I'm a man! How can I take the money of my comrades to pick up girls......!"

"Besides?" Weken frowned.

"Alas...... Weken, who do you think I can be with a cripple like me?" Joseph lay on his back, his lame left leg dangling, and sighed bitterly, "Thank you for your help...... But I'll be honest. Dali, she's a good girl, but she's ...... Do it, do it......"

"Which one?"

"Alas——!" Joseph turned, "all right, Weken, thank you! I'll look for you again when I'm desperate! Let me sleep first! I didn't sleep all night last night!"

Suddenly I don't want to lend money to this guy who exudes a "fresh" smell......

Weken wasn't going to ask.

The time has not come, and it is the other party's private matter, and it has nothing to do with himself as an outsider. When he is willing to speak, just listen to it.

"Understood, do I need to call you for dinner?"

"I'll eat!" Joseph waved his hand and motioned for Weckon to leave.

Weken didn't say anything more and left alone. It's still very early, so you can take advantage of this time to go to the training ground and practice the four shots of the spear you have mastered.

If you can break through the grandmaster......