There was silence in the dark cave, and the faithful rock golems stood out of the dry cave, unable to escape their eyes. The fire-eater purred incessantly, and this naturally wary creature clearly had no awareness that the people around it could suddenly disappear.

So when Duran opened the portal and returned, he was still greeted by Abu's heartless snoring.

Unlike the regular snoring of ordinary people, Abu's snoring is quite human-like, the sound is not loud, but it is loud and powerful; The rhythm is not fast, but the aftermath is lingering, and it is said three times around the beam.

Duran breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that when he came back, he would find the little guy looking at him innocently, if it was an ordinary pet, with Abu's cleverness, it would take a lot of effort for Duran to hide the existence of the evil contract.

Duran, who did not die in the catastrophe and whose strength had soared, loosened his muscles and bones, and a quiet night atmosphere was comfortable. He poked his head out to take a look, only to see that the blue moon was in the sky, and there was still some time before dawn.

So he casually found a comfortable place to lie down and rest, and the nerves that had been tense were finally relaxed, and Duran only felt physically and mentally exhausted. Although the physical wounds have been healed by the Holy Cross Healing Rune, the mental wounds are difficult to repair for a while. A modern person who lives in a peaceful era and is accustomed to a comfortable life can hardly adapt to this kind of hard life of running back and forth between the Fernand Continent and the Evil Lands no matter what, if he didn't have the tenacious will of the original owner in his body, I'm afraid that Duran would have collapsed long ago.

The wound on his left arm had long since healed, but Duran lay there, and he always felt a dull pain in his elbow. He knew it was a nerve at work, and he tried to relax himself, only to find a very sad thing-

"I'm actually having insomnia!"

Duran tossed and turned, the long night became difficult and painful, and I don't know how long it took, Duran, who had counted twenty-three thousand six hundred and ninety-seven sheep, ended this stupid act in a depressed manner.

Obviously physically and mentally exhausted, I can't wait to fall asleep immediately—but over and over again, what keeps flashing in my mind are the terrifying images of headless girls, ghost brothers, corpse robber Casa, evil spirit Arabel, and the disgusting appearance of the half-evil spirit Beron...... The monsters of these wicked lands took over Duran's mind like a nightmare.

Duran shook his head violently, trying to get the monsters out of his mind. He reached out and took the oak thorn from the little demon's tail, trying to warm his heart and strengthen his will with the divine surname of the Lord of the Dawn above.

He wore the bellflower badge that Anna had given him on his chest, the trinket, which ignored any fear-type spells, still couldn't ease the panic and tension in Duran's heart, he didn't know what was wrong with him.

"Could it be that you can't sleep and are homesick?"

Duran sighed silently.

Coming into this world inexplicably, Duran can be said to have never had time to relax for a minute. Especially in the two battles in the Evil Land, while greatly improving his own strength, it was also a test of his will. As an adult, of course, Duran would not think of the tears of a teenager at home, but this emotion really lingered in his heart and lingered.

Duran's thoughts were slowly pulled away, and suddenly, he seemed to be standing outside an ordinary small iron door, the room was brightly lit, and from time to time there was an old man's cough. The sound of stir-frying is accompanied by the opening song of the news broadcast on TV, and everything is so familiar and intimate.

But when he came to his senses, he was in a cave in the lonely wilderness. The mountain outside the cave was fiercely windy, and from time to time there were a few faint wails in the silent jungle, the work of nocturnal predators.

This world is so strange.

This world, all the same, is so familiar.

The memories of the original owner gradually spread out, and the boy who grew up in Baisha Town received help from many families and barely survived until now - in this era of human life, this is not an easy task.

The boy is like a tenacious weed, in the cracks of the broken bricks and tiles, tenacious and benevolent. Before meeting his teacher, he worked part-time at a grocery store during the day and slept at night in a cemetery outside the town, where the church priest would give him a small monthly stipend. This kind of life cultivated the tenacity of the young man, so he was selected by the mysterious man to become his disciple.

"I'm a lot worse than this kid." Duran smiled self-deprecatingly, the two souls from different worlds merged, this feeling was strange and unbearable, Duran from Earth missed his parents and relatives back home immensely, and the memories of the original owner reminded him of his own dreams and the mission on his shoulders over and over again.

Duran closed his eyes, and all that appeared in front of him was the aging faces of his parents, and unconsciously, two lines of hot tears slowly flowed.

In the darkness, there was suddenly a rustling sound.

The damp and hot temperature covered Duran's face, and the tears were wiped dry in an instant, and the warm and soft body leaned against Duran, silently letting out a low whimper.

Abu's big eyes blinked twice, emitting a rounded glow in the darkness.

"Abu, do you feel homesick?"

Duran scratched Abu's neck, and the fire-eater leaned against him. Hearing Duran's questioning, Abu forked his forelimbs forward and looked teary-eyed.

"Pounce!"

Duran lit a candle with flint.

The fire-eater jumped up, and after gesturing for a long time, Duran realized that this guy wanted to express that he missed home. As for what it feels like to be at home, one man and one beast had an in-depth and laborious exchange, and Duran finally sadly discovered:

Abu just misses sleeping in a warm eggshell all day - fire-eaters are not viviparous, and each fire-eater egg takes more than a decade or even hundreds of years to hatch in a flame-filled environment, which means that Abu has probably never seen his parents.

"Abu, I can't sleep, what should I do?" Duran was a little dejected.

Insomnia is not a trivial matter, although all the protagonists in YY online articles are murderous characters who have no heart and lungs, even insomnia will not affect their combat effectiveness the next day, but Duran is obviously not among them. Not getting enough sleep, listless to deal with a Blood-Burning Oath Legion Knight, a gold-level master? It's just a joke.

In Fernand, only by reaching the Legendary Realm can the various classes use some special methods to stay energetic anytime and anywhere. In battles below the legend, the two indicators of physical strength and energy are more important than the six basic castes.

The more Duran wanted to fall asleep, the more anxious he became, but the more he couldn't sleep.

After listening to Duran's scratching, Abu pondered for a moment, and suddenly a trace of unbearability and determination flashed on his face.

Duran's heart moved, could it be that this guy actually has a cure for insomnia?

The fire-eater babbled for a moment, then suddenly climbed down flat, and then pointed to his back.

"You mean, let me use your back as a pillow?" Duran asked tentatively.

Abu nodded sadly.

Duran rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly: "It's a lot of unpleasantness, although it does look very soft and suitable for the appearance of a pillow......"

Abu was overjoyed and curled up in a ball.

Duran coughed, "Get down." ”

The fire-eater stared at Duran with disdain on his face, slowly returning to his lying position.

Duran smiled, no longer polite, and comfortably put his head on the pillow.

The back of the fire-eater is soft, the surface of the skin is smooth and delicate, and the inside is full of mild blood, even the bones in this position are cartilage, Duran leaned his head on it, and immediately felt very comfortable.

"It's as comfortable as leaning on a ice pill," Duran lay there, completely ignoring Abu's low protests, and the warm heat poured into Duran's head from all directions, and the nerves that had been anxious and tense gradually eased.

Ten minutes later, the faint flame flickered, and all that remained in the cave was Abu's pitiful whine and Duran's slight breathing.

……

The next morning, by a small clear pond, the tall ogre was nodding and reporting the results.

Duran was in high spirits, bent down to apply water to his face, took out a piece of dry food and swallowed it.

"So, they're already going to hijack the carriage?" Duran asked vaguely.

Ironhide hurriedly replied, "Even Bald Bell is convinced that the carriage contains thousands of tons of gold, and the other ogres won't have any other ideas......"

"Poof......" Duran couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of water, he wiped his chin with his left sleeve, and said speechlessly: "How many tons of gold can a carriage hold?" This is what you came up with? They still believe it? ”

Tin Fur said with a smug face: "Master, you don't know this, we ogres generally have no concept of numbers, they just need to know that there are many, many gold and silver treasures on that carriage." ”

Duran gave a thumbs up: "Well done." ”

He cleaned up his hand, went into the cave and woke up Abu with a sleepy face, and said to Ironhide, "Then you go, remember to mix in with them, and do what you have to do, understand?" ”

The ogre chick nodded like a peck of rice: "Understood, understood." ”

Duran raised his hand to signal that he could go.

The ogre suddenly stopped talking.

Duran asked curiously, "Do you have anything else to say?" ”

Ironhide asked expectantly, "You don't want to know how I managed to trick Bald Bell into them?" ”

The ogre had prepared a lot of rhetoric in his mind to show his pivotal role in this operation and his wisdom and strategy, just waiting for Duran to ask.

Who knew that Duran just gave him a blank look: "I just need to know the result." If you can't even do that, then what else do I want you to do? Now it seems that you still have some advantages. Well done. ”

Ironhide bent down in frustration so that Duran could tap him on the shoulder.

"The master is really unfathomable, could it be that he already knows what is going on in my heart?" The ogre pondered as he walked towards the camp to the north.

Half an hour later, the ogres in the camp had been cleaned, except for one unlucky man who was left to guard the camp, and the rest of the people were led by Bald Bell to the West Mountain Pass to ambush.

So when Duran rushed to the camp with two rock golems, and the remaining ogre warrior stupidly provoked them, he was already doomed to turn into a puddle of meat sauce that no one could stop - it is well known that when rock golems fight, they will only give the enemy two ends.

The first is to pat into a meat sauce.

The second is to step on the ...... Meat.

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