Last night, Freud was overjoyed, and seemed to applaud himself for giving Weken a headache for the first time.

Lear was hiding in the depths of the grain cart, and he was smiling and rummaging through the three bottles of wine buried under several large bags. Opening a bottle of wine with the cap opened, he took a few big sips.

Although Wei Ken tried his best to refuse, he couldn't resist Freud's forced indoctrination, and was forced to take a bite into his throat.

Unlike regular wheat beer, Lear's liquor has a spicy taste. The entrance melted, and the lips and teeth were filled with the burning breath, and it went straight to the heavenly spirit cover.

Freud laughed, patted the young man on the shoulder, laughed and said that the days were long, and he took a few more sips of the spirit.

Neither of them was drunk, and neither dared to sin, after all, this is the battlefield on the front line.

After hiding the small half-bottle of wine he had drunk, Weken seemed to hear Lear roar and howl the next day, "Who stole his wine". Probably not, after all, the remaining two and a half bottles may suddenly be left one night.

The next day, Freud regained his usual seriousness and began to deal with today's affairs.

In the past, it was to organize morning training, inspect various posts, and handle official duties, but now it is to make patrols, listen to reports from patrol soldiers, inspect camps, and study the battlefield situation. Compared to his haste in the past, he is now more serious.

But today, Lear ran to his tent in silence and spent a lot of time complaining.

He knew who had stolen his wine, so he went to find the "thief" who had stolen his wine.

But the thief's face did not change, and only let the bitter master beat his chest.

After Waken got up, practiced a set of slashing swordsmanship, and rested for a while, he entered Floyd's tent, just in time to hear Lear's complaints.

"General, can't you save some of my precious wine? I lost half a bottle in one night! How can I survive the rest of the day!?" Lear cried with a sad face.

"It's okay, when I get back to Forest Town, I'll make it up for you out of my own pocket. Floyd nodded faintly.

This trick he learned from Wei Ken was very useful in dealing with disputes.

I listened to what you said, but I didn't do it. I understand your idea, but I don't accept it. I've heard your accusations, but I'll dare next time.

"That's three bottles of wine! On the way here, I dared to drink a tablespoon lightly! Half of the bottles were gone last night!

"Haha, alright, Lear, don't worry. Floyd didn't feel like Weken's "flat mentality", and he really couldn't look at Lear's crazy appearance without smiling, "I just talked to Weken about Liz last night, and I was happy for a while, so I got some of your wine to drink." ”

"Liz, happy thing?" Lear was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction of the tent curtain, "You and General Wecan, you told him?"

Liz said to him. Floyd waved his hand.

Lear's gaze at Weken suddenly became complicated, though it had always been complicated.

The other party is a "student" that he is proud of. It is I who has taught the other party to use the lingua franca "dialogue", and I have been teaching the other party the cultural knowledge of the world. But the other party is also his biggest headache "trouble", the kind of "student" who wants to say, "After you go out, don't say that I once taught you".

"I didn't expect Liz to like you a lot......" The complexity in Lear's eyes finally turned into a long sigh of regret.

"Yes. Weken nodded calmly.

Although you may have misunderstood what I meant and had some misunderstandings that are inconsequential and do not need to be clarified, since this is all the case, so be it, I don't bother to explain anything more.

After all, there's no need, is there?

"If it had been a year earlier, I would have agreed with you, stinky boy, to pursue Liz. Floyd smiled.

But his smile froze.

"If it had been a year ago, if you wicked boy had dared to approach Liz, I would have thrown you into the forest to feed the dogs. Floyd laughed to himself.

Yes, he would. If nothing like that hadn't happened, he would have experienced what it was like to fall off the altar in just one year, and perhaps he would still be obsessed with glory and status.

Weken, who has nothing, may really be ......

"Yes. Weken still nodded.

It's normal, no father would give his daughter to a poor boy who came to admire him, right?

"Okay, whatever...... Lear interrupted the conversation between the two, "Weken, are you serious? Although we have all discussed privately whether or not to find a husband for Liz, although it is possible, it may be ...... What's the matter......"

"I've got to be a chick forever?" Weccon nodded.

Because Lizlit was under a curse, no one but the knight would be able to touch her if it wasn't lifted.

Otherwise, Lizlit would have died......

Freud spread his hands and said that he could not do anything: "Although the saint said that it can be lifted, it needs a magician and various materials...... Those things, even if they are nobles, may not be able to get them together. ”

"Kill the knight, or kill the spellcaster?" Wei Ken frowned slightly.

Magic, it's really amazing, and I don't know if the miscellaneous soldier system can learn that kind of thing. If you can, the speed of harvesting souls will increase exponentially, allowing you to quickly stand at the top of this world.

"No, I can't. Floyd shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, Weckon don't discuss this." If you really like Liz, go after her. Liz if she likes it, I, as a father, don't want to see her disappointed in my opinion anymore. ”

Weken didn't know how to answer, and nodded habitually.

"But as Liz's father, Weken, I want you to never cross that line, even if you have a relationship with Liz. "At least, not until the curse is lifted." ”

Weken was silent and nodded mechanically.

Am I getting used to it that a misunderstanding is becoming more and more irreparable? Forget it, let it be.

Lizlit is a very kind and beautiful girl who can not help but be pampered by anyone. Her pure heart, that touching smile, no one will refuse.

Thinking of this, Wei Ken suddenly frowned: Didn't I make Lizlit angry and cry because of Ann's incident before?

Well......

It seems that there is also a princess who is friendly with foreign races in the previous discussion book...... Discuss whether salty or sweet bread is delicious...... Discuss whether there really is a dragon......

Without exception, at the end of the discussion, Lizlit would run out with "this guy can't communicate at all", crying "Weken is the most annoying" or something like that.

In less than an hour, though, she ran back because she hadn't intended to go out to find her, and pulled out the next book to start the next topic.

"Ahem......" Weken coughed in embarrassment, much to the bewilderment of Floyd and Lear.

These two guys seem to have started to discuss where to set up a banquet and hold a wedding at that time. If it weren't for the almost unsolvable curse on Lizlit, maybe what they were discussing at this time was "how many small teams to have" and "what are the children called", right?

Although Liz is very pure and kind, she never holds grudges, and treats everyone very kindly, she can be a good comrade who can build a better society...... But, to date her, to become a boyfriend and girlfriend for the purpose of marriage, and to end up taking her as a wife or something......

"General, but I've always thought of Lizlit as an ordinary friend, a teacher with a strange temper. Wei Ken calmly uttered words that dumbfounded the two in front of him, "Besides, does Lizlit know about your plans?"

Floyd's face froze: "Almost, it's planning for my daughter's future again......"

Lear scratched his head: "Also, the love of young people should also be done by young people themselves." ”

Weken nodded silently.

While the three of them were speechless, a report came from outside the tent: "General Tibi has sent a herald." ”

The faces of the three of them changed, and they once again returned to their seriousness on the battlefield.

"Ask him to come in. Floyd's face was solemn.

Weken stepped aside and made a way.

I just hope that it is not something "certain death".