"Urs, what's wrong with you? Why do you suddenly look at the palm of your hand in a daze? ”

Thea cautiously walked over to the sleeping blanket and crouched down, stretching out two slender fingers and gently tugging at the corner of Urs's shirt, who was still immersed in the surprise and shock of the beginning of the crossing.

Urs blinked, put down the hand that was blocking his eyes, and looked at the girl beside him with his slightly sideways face, judging from previous experience that this silver-haired girl named Thea was most likely a half-beast who had been attacked by werewolves, and the little toxin left in her body by the werewolf carried a disease called bestiality, causing two hairy wolf ears to grow on her head.

As for the white robe on her body, the chain mail vest looming under the robe, and a bracelet of holy emblems wrapped around her wrist - the frightened young man was not bad at all, and then hinted that he kept his senses, and flipped through the memories of this life from his mind, only to learn that Xia was actually a priestess he met under the command of the Earl of the Northland two years ago, and this kind-hearted wolf-eared girl had a lot of emotional resonance with him from a humble background.

In the depths of his memory, he knew that he admired this girl in this life. It so happened that the Earl of Northland, who had a good understanding of the two of them, arranged for him to follow the Imperial Expeditionary Force this time, and did not forget to let Thea come to this place as the priest of his slave knight.

There seemed to be a unique charm in Thea's body that gradually calmed his restless heart.

After a few seconds, he came back to his senses: "Don't worry, Thea, I'm fine. ”

Thea sighed bitterly: "Maybe the days of marching and fighting are nothing to you, but Pierdigaard's behavior last night was obviously too much, that viscount wants to harm you, he just looks at you unpleasantly." ”

"Don't you like it? Why? Urs asked curiously.

"Don't you notice? His relationship with the lord is already very bad, and you are canonized by the lord... Knight ......"

"Slave Knight."

"No, Urs, I know that your honor is the result of your sword and blood. I don't care what people think of you, but at least you're a hundred times better than those who are famous. Thea clenched her fists lightly and shook her head helplessly, "In short, Viscount Pierdigau considers himself the heir of Prince Ducalet, and has an arrogant and rude attitude towards everyone, and almost never considers the feelings of others. ”

"So, Lord Viscount has great prejudice and disgust against me." After listening to Thea's words, Urs roughly understood his situation, "He thinks that I am a nail planted under his nose by the lord, and even thinks that having a lowly slave like me in the army is simply dishonoring the reputation of the holy war?" ”

"That's pretty much it."

"That's unlucky."

Urs shrugged,

Suddenly, a cold wind blew through the gap in the tent's cloth and blew across his Xia's cheeks.

The silver-haired wolf-eared girl shrunk her neck, looked back in the direction of the tent door, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a noble man in armor and a fluffy cloak on his shoulders walking into the tent with four guards armed with halberds and a middle-aged man who looked like an adjutant soldier.

Her attention was drawn to the aristocratic male at the head, and she blurted out the words: "Viscount Pierdigaard? ”

"It's Lord Viscount." Bildi's chin was raised, and his gaze fell from the front of his eyes to Thea, "Watch your words, Miss Reverend. Your ears are as filthy as flies in the sewers, and I'm from the great bloodline of the Ducalet, and the priest of the temple won't have taught you even the slightest basic etiquette, right? ”

"I-"

"All right, Miss Reverend, stand aside, Lord Viscount has something to ask him." The middle-aged lieutenant soldier named Milk, who was following behind Pierdigaux, squeezed a glance at Thea and pointed at Urs, reminding Thea not to talk back to everyone's Lord Jazz.

Thea pursed her lips and looked at Pierdigau, then at Urs, and bowed her head to the side.

Pierdigaux smiled with satisfaction, walked to the edge of Urs's sleeping mat with his hands behind his back and paced back and forth, a pair of turquoise eyes looked down on the young man's face with the arrogance of looking down on insects, and after a while, he changed to a deliberately reproachful tone and asked, "Knight of Urs." ”

"Good evening, Lord Viscount." Urs raised his head to meet his eyes, "Is there anything you want me to do?" ”

"Heh, what a thick skin, you actually asked me why I came to you." Pierdigaux sneered, "Then I'll think about it for you, Knight of Urs." Last night, you left the army to scout the undead, but my army found you sleeping like a dead pig this morning. Tell me, what valuable information did your covert operations bring back to me? A body that passed out in the snow, and a few bone slags scattered next to it? ”

"Most of the bones you saw at the time were parts of a skeleton soldier." Urs pondered for a moment, then mentally organized his words, and replied with a calm expression, "The Witch likes to use cheap skeletons as a medium of observation, and I think I probably fought with a Scout team of Byron Tas in the time before you found me. ”

"You want to say you killed the other person at the time?" Bildigaux frowned.

"That's right." "Also, Lord Viscount," he admitted, "I think my best job is not to scout the enemy, but to fight head-on on the battlefield. If you want to get the most accurate military information at the first time, I recommend that you send elite scouts in the army......"

"Shut up."

"Lord Viscount?"

"Enough, slave, I told you to shut your mouth. Who do you think you are? What should I do if I feel qualified to criticize me? ”

For some unknown reason, Pierdigo's mood suddenly became impetuous.

The young blond-haired young knight turned around with a look of displeasure, his fluffy cloak fluttering in mid-air.

Before leaving, he stopped at the door, and dropped a vicious word with his back to Urs: "Tomorrow night, you will continue to scout the traces of the undead as you did last night, and you will have to act alone in order to conceal the whereabouts of our army." ”

When the words fell, he snorted coldly and lifted the cloth and walked out of the tent. The middle-aged lieutenant named Milk, who glanced at Urs with a sympathetic look, hurried out with four guards and soldiers.

This is the end of the short farce.

When Pierdigo and the guards he brought with him had all left, Thea, who had been silent for a long time, returned to Urs, leaned down and whispered in the young man's ear: "Don't take it too seriously, although Pierdigo is of noble birth, he is such a cautious person when it comes to conduct. Rest well tonight, and tomorrow I'll find a way to trust the lord to my lordship. If that's not the case, my lodgings are on the west side of the camp, and the healing arts are my best skills. ”

"Hmm." Urs nodded, looking at the girl tenderly, "Thank you, Thea." ”

"It's okay." The silver-haired wolf-eared girl smiled slightly, "Also, this is your sword." ”

With that, she took out an iron sword from under her white robe and handed it to the young man, her amber-like eyes met the latter's eyes for a second, two faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and then she got up and left.

Urs reached out and took the sword that Thea had handed him, and watched her back disappear out of his field of vision, thinking that he was very lucky to have a girl who genuinely cared about him when he was in a foreign land, and at the same time felt heartfelt sad and speechless for the expeditionary force of the Golden Oriole Empire to have such a stubborn commander as Bildigau.

He quietly exhaled a hot breath from his throat, thinking of his future plans and intentions.

This outrageous thing has really happened to me.

Although the character level is a bit low, he still has the experience and memories of his previous life as a player in his mind, and the 19/16/18 force sensitive body attribute can be regarded as a very good starting capital.

As for the profession...... Forget it, a barbarian is a barbarian, anyway, there is not much difference between a barbarian and a warrior in the early stage, and after the total level of the character reaches level 20, the barbarian profession can also be advanced from a warrior class to a berserker like the legendary tuba in his previous life.

So the current situation is not too bad. With the advantage of the unpredictable prophet and the golden finger assistance of the game system, if there is no way to survive in this world, then he might as well find a piece of tofu and shoot himself to death.

Thinking of these simple truths, the black-haired young man gave a long halcher, put the sword in his hand to his pillow, and fell asleep.

The future journey is as unattainable as the other side of the sky and the sea, and he thinks that the most important thing at the moment is to rest for a night according to Xia Ya's proposal, otherwise he will not even have the physical strength to fight when he encounters an emergency.