Allen, who ran back to the camp in one breath, went to the cafeteria with red eyes, grabbed the collar of the vindictive cook and asked, "Tell me honestly, where does the water you usually use for cooking come from?" ”

The vindictive cook smiled flatteringly, he knew that the guy in front of him couldn't afford to offend, maybe it would be his own uncle in the future, that was half a master, but just now he was busy cooking, and he didn't hear what Alan asked.

The fighting warriors of the guard regiment next to him, who looked like gas canisters, were breathing fire, and when he saw that his companion who was not good at words was stupid, he quickly smiled and went up to help his companion explain: "Lord Allen, it's well water, and the water source that is usually used for cooking is clean water from the well." ”

Alan let out a big breath, and said with a kind smile on his face, smoothing the neck of the vindictive cook: "It's hard work, the habit of living, what is the need to talk to the old Dufti in time, he is in charge of the logistics of the camp, you're welcome, when you live in your own home, don't see outside." ”

After finishing speaking, Alan turned to leave, and halfway through the walk, he turned back and shouted: "Remember, don't use the water from the waterfall for cooking, you must remember, oh yes, add two chicken legs to Big Babylon when it opens." ”

Alan noticed that after he finished speaking, the table behind the two seemed to move, but he didn't think much of it.

The gas canister soldier was puzzled and asked, "Why, it can't be poisonous, right?" ”

Alan waved his hand and said, "It's not poisonous, just don't use it anyway." ”

The gas canister warrior looked puzzled and asked in confusion, "I see that Esther, the tree man at the gate of the camp, has been bathing in the water of the waterfall. ”

"It's okay, he's fine, don't care." After saying that, Alan left.

Looking at the back of Allen leaving, the vindictive cook said inexplicably: "What's wrong with Lord Allen?" ”

"Who knows, my uncle is not an ordinary person, of course he will do some puzzling things, don't ask so much, hurry up and stir-fry, I'm not fighting much, you can use charcoal to make a fire in a while."

"No, the charcoal is not strong, and the color of the fried dishes is not beautiful." After the vindictive chef finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and said, "By the way, I see that you always carry a bucket to the waterfall to get water, why are you running so far?" ”

"Hey, it's not those magicians, it's not that the well water is not sweet and not as good as the water from the waterfall, you know, these bad old men gasp after taking two steps, so please help them go to the waterfall to get water for them to drink."

"Oh!"

Babylon the Great came out from behind the table, still holding a guinea fowl hind leg in his mouth, and said pitifully: "Brother, why did the chief say to add two chicken legs to me?" It's not going to make me ready to be beaten up, is it? ”

The two of them ignored him, and one began to breathe fire and the other began to stir-fry.

Douqi cook: "Your special mother's light spray has burned my hair." ”

Gas Tank Warrior: "You tapped the big frying spoon, and the oil collapsed on my face, didn't you look at it?" ”

Babylon the Great: "。。。。。。。。。。。。。 ”

When the beast elves tiptoed back to the open space between the three animal pens, Alan also "coincidentally" rushed over.

The beast elves, who already knew something about Allen, did not put on that bitter and hateful face, but their expressions were wary with a hint of curiosity.

Alan was a little embarrassed, facing this group of beast elves who were dressed in clothes, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and was stunned for a long time without speaking.

It was Tilda, the leader of the beast elves, who spoke first, "Chief Bloodhoof, do you have any advice?" ”

"Teaching? I don't dare to be a teacher. After thinking for a while, Alan said: "In the future, you can move freely in the camp, but don't go out of the camp, it's not to restrict your freedom, after all, in the eyes of the human race and the Holy See, you belong to the heretics or even the side of Beamon, and I won't save you if you are caught, and you can't go back to Beamon's side, Mourinho doesn't know whether to live or die, stay in the camp, as for what your plans are in the future, tell me after thinking about it." ”

After finishing speaking, Alan didn't wait for the other party to answer, turned around and left.

Alan is also helpless, the beast elves have broken through the bloodhoof tribe from the inside, not to mention those old ladies, even ordinary warriors are not hostile when they see them, the three stupid beasts of the three beast pens are not reliable, it is better not to be generous and not to restrict their freedom, besides, if they want to run, they will run a long time ago, whether it is combat power or combat skills, it is not at all something that a few stupid barbarian old ladies can stop.

Seeing the back of Eren leaving, Tilda thought for a moment, and she keenly noticed that the barbarian chieftain had a few green stains on his legs.

Seeing that there were identical marks on the white calves of one of her companions, Tilda blushed suddenly, and she suddenly remembered that there was some grass next to the waterfall, which was so wet that others would accidentally get some green stains.

However, seeing that his companions were still looking at him in shock, Tilda pretended to be calm and smiled and said, "Let's go and tell Sister Liv the good news." ”

A group of beast elves shouted excitedly, chattering non-stop.

"Finally I don't have to fight, I thought this guy was going to negotiate terms with us like Mourinho."

"yes, you don't have to worry about it all day."

"Go find Sister Liv and ask them to arrange a place for us to live, I like those beast cubs so much that I don't dare to hug them all the time."

"What do those cubs running around have to hold onto, I'm going to the Magic Tower, I want to learn magic, to be a magic archer."

"Save it, those Terran magicians are the ones with their eyes above the top, so they won't accept us foreigners."

"Who said that, didn't you notice that there is a dirty little kid, he has not become a magic apprentice, he is also a foreigner, I don't believe that my talent is not as high as those children who play with mud every day."

Seeing these happy companions, Tilda looked at the back of Alan leaving, and suddenly felt the urge to cry.

The complicated feelings of being liberated one day after many years of always showing strength to protect her companions made her unable to calm down for a long time, she didn't know if the situation was good or bad for them, but it was better than the hellish life she once had.

She was tempted to tell Eren that they could serve the Bloodhoof Tribe, as long as they were treated the same as the other warriors.

But the god of fate seemed to really smile at them, no, not just a smile, it was just laughter!

Chief Bloodhoof didn't ask for anything, though she didn't say anything, but she knew that she and her companions were free to walk around the lively camp, to dine with the crowd, to sing and dance together, and to adopt and raise the beast cubs like Sister Liv.

Prior to this, although they were nominally prisoners of war, they had never felt contempt or hostility in the eyes of others, and even if their freedom was restricted, they were able to enjoy unlimited food, which they would not even dare to think about in Beamon's territory.

Because only those nobles could have endless food, warm clothing, and sheltered houses.

In addition to being unable to do so, in order to be able to maintain high-speed mobile archery, Mourinho's training for them can be described as inhumane, and he usually does not give them enough food to prevent escape, and only gives them a full meal before going to the battlefield.

But now they don't have to fight, they don't have to train, and they don't have to go without food.

And Sister Liv had told them that many people had been imprisoned in the clearing of the three beast pens, including the oldest old rascal Douff, and the druid elder Rooney, not to mention Thackeray, the right-hand man of the current chieftain, and Master Lacey, the camp steward.

Whether it was Tilda or the other beast elves, although they kept screaming to do and do that, but as they spoke, tears could not stop flowing, and those meaningless words were just to hide the disbelief in their hearts, as if only in this way, after hearing the same words from the mouths of their companions, could they prove that all this was true.

Liv obviously got Allen's explanation, and walked over with a smile on her face: "I'll just say, the chief is always very kind, it's just that he's been too busy lately, how can he keep imprisoning you, sister, I said that what I said before is right." ”

Liv had told the Beast Elves that Eren wouldn't do anything to them, but the Beast Elves didn't believe it at the time.

Tilda hugged Liv and wept bitterly.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, don't let others see the joke, tell Sister Liv, what are you going to do, do you need me to let my man build you a few houses?"

"How many?" Tilda seemed a little incredulous, "Sister Liv, what you're saying is, don't we have to live together, can we have a big house?" ”

Liv said inexplicably: "The woodland is so big, what can you do when you are crowded together, one person can do it, but the location of the house needs to be approved by the chief, because the chief said that the planning of the camp must be approved by him, and it cannot be built randomly." ”

Tildar pulled Liv and ran.

"What are you doing running so fast?" For the first time, Liv discovered that the beast elf girl in front of her was actually so powerful, even stronger than her, a barbarian woman.

Tilda said without looking back: "Find your chief, ask him where the house can be built, we want one house per person, well, yes, one room per person, no more huddles and hugs and sleeps." ”

When Alan saw Tilda again, he thought that the other party was moved and wanted to make a personal promise, but when he heard that it was for the purpose of building a house, he waved his hand impatiently and pointed to a random place.

Tilda didn't care about Allen's bad attitude, and even gave him a grateful smile.

I have to say that Tilda, who has always had a cold face, suddenly flowed out a heartfelt smile, although it was a little stiff, but it was like a spring breeze that made Alan a little intoxicated.

Tilda's facial features are not particularly exquisite, and the lines are slightly tough, if such facial features are placed on a male face, it is absolutely extremely beautiful, but this does not mean that Tilda is not beautiful, but there is an alternative female beauty, the eyes are resolute but gentle, although the nose bridge is high, but it inherits the beauty of the elves, although the lips are slightly thin, but the overall look is very full, giving people a feeling of radiance.

Seeing that Alan was in a trance, Tilda remembered that the other party might have peeped at him taking a bath, and couldn't help but feel a little shy, with a slight blush on his fair face.

This little daughter's posture completely amazed Allen.

After noticing that Liv's face was a little strange, and coughing awkwardly, Alan waved his hand and said, "Let Elder Migaard design the blueprints of your house, and the giants will go to help, and say that I will explain." ”

Liv rolled her eyes, the chief was really a guy who judged people by his appearance, and the house where the old lady lived was originally built by the big Babylon with the rough men in the camp, and it looked crooked and ready to step on it at any time.

I've been letting Big Babylon rebuild it a few times before.,This guy is heinously lazy.,I don't have to say that it's good to sleep some.,Half a year ago, everyone slept on the ground.。

Sending Tilda and Liv away, Alan recalled the flawless bodies of the beast elves, and found that there seemed to be too many women in the camp, and he used to often complain that there were too many old ladies who were like buckets, and it was only a long time before Giselle, Cana, Hathaway, the beast elves, and Miranda, all of these beautiful beauties were all in the Bloodhoof camp.

Thinking of this, Alan touched the stubble on his chin, and pretended to be distressed and said to himself: "Hey, who told me to be so handsome, annoying." ”