After a short time, the stars in the sky became brighter and brighter, and the crescent moon hung high in the sky. The smell of the powder that Lulunaka sprinkled into the campfire had drifted away a long time ago, and it didn't have much effect on Julius and the others, and it also made Julius wonder if Lulunaka's messing up was really used to repel insects. The smell that drifted away with the wind didn't stay near the convoy at all, and there was no follow-up smell that continued to emanate from the campfire, would it really drive away the bugs that would disturb people's rest, or even bite you, bringing venom?

Julius had such doubts in his heart, and as for the others, he could not tell from their faces. Neither Olga nor Pattin, nor Romeoona seemed to care, at least on the surface, what Lulunaka had done. He is the only one who can tell what he is thinking directly from his face. The boy from this village is a simple and simple person who is easy to understand.

Long nights are not much fun, especially in the forest. The Forest of the Dead in the dark night is not as eerie as imagined, but rather calm. Even in the east, which is far from human activity, the night is a little too calm. The howls of wild beasts in the distance, the sound of gusts of wind, were already most of the movement in this forest. Lulunaka's insect repellent powder sprinkled on the fire did seem to work, and the insects could not be heard near the convoy, but Julius would still catch a few ladybugs on his arm, or slap the hapless bugs all the time.

Julius threw the unlucky bugs into the campfire, which crackled. It was the scorched sound of insects, and you could clearly see how they were burned to ashes after falling into the fire. Julius, who watched the bugs being burned to death, began to wonder if his body was too dirty and caused the bugs, or was it because Lulunaka's so-called insect repellent powder did not work? Maybe he should wash his body properly, but it was quite difficult to find a safe water source to bathe in a place like the Forest of the Dead, and when it rained, it was an option, but it took a little courage for Julius to strip naked in front of a young girl and wash his body in the rain as if no one was around.

While Julius struggled with her hygiene, Lulunaka remained alone by the edge of a campfire. The dehaired dog crouched at her feet, already with his eyes closed, looking like he was asleep. Lulunaka set up a small iron pot over the blazing campfire, and that small iron pot was the same thing in the convoy, the same rough, the same pimples of iron. I don't know what was boiling in the small iron pot, and the sound of liquid bubbles coming out and bursting kept coming out. Lulunaka held a clean, slender wooden stick and stirred it in the small iron pot.

When Julius, who was in front of him, saw Lulunaka setting up the small iron pot, he thought at first that she was going to open a small stove to get some personal food, but when the bottom of the small iron pot was burned, his mind changed. He didn't smell the food, so Lulunaka wasn't preparing. So what exactly is she cooking?

Julius was curious, but prejudice against Lulunaka—about whether she was a man-eating witch—kept him from leaning in, and if he saw her cooking something like a finger or toe, Julius would probably have a nightmare tonight. Coupled with Lulunaka's earlier mockery of Julius as a rotten piece of wood, Julius is still sulking, and at the same time, he hasn't spoken a few words to Lulunaka until now. At this point, Julius hadn't figured out how to talk to Lulunaka again.

Julius's troubles may have been self-inflicted, and his so-called sulking was not taken to Lunaka's heart at all. Compared to Julius's emotions, Lulunaka's thoughts now seem to be in the small iron pot in front of her. The lid of the pot was lifted up by the rising steam and then fell back, the lid and the edge of the pot clutched, and the sound of iron clashing echoed in the convoy and in the forest, like musical instruments playing a tune.

"A calm night. Lulunaka continued to stroke Ward's head. Ward was the only one with a little hair, because its claws couldn't scratch the top of its head, so it could only scratch the hair near its neck. If it rubbed the hair off its head by rolling on the ground, it would probably have to be reprimanded by Lulunaka, because it would be too dirty to do so, and Lulunaka didn't think she was a hygienic person.

Ward remained motionless, allowing his master to touch the only place where he could say his fur was intact.

"I managed to get you a fake dog skin and fur, but you don't like it, as if the clothes are itchy or stuffy...... You're a man-made mechanical dog, where do you get this feeling, I obviously didn't add this kind of function to you. No, I've been building you for a while, more than ten years, right? Maybe I added extra features to you out of interest and curiosity, and then I forgot, it's also possible. ”

Lulunaka's hand touched Ward's chin, scratching it for a moment as if tickling him, and then continued down to touch Ward's belly. Ward's belly was soft and felt like a layer of silk wrapped in water, but only on the fur part. Ward's rift that had been cut out by Pattin, the part of his body that showed silver, was cold to the touch, exactly the temperature of a dead thing.

After Lulunaka and her dog gossip without a word—she was actually alone talking to Ward, who was a dog who couldn't speak no matter how spiritually he was—and time passed slowly until the night grew darker.

Olga thinks it's time to rest, and he says to Romeoona, "It's time for you to rest, Oona. ”

Romeona nodded, but didn't leave immediately, "Wait a little longer." ”

Olga noticed that Romeona's gaze had been on Lulunaka, who was not far away. Lulunaka looked lazy, but didn't seem to have any intention of going to bed, the small iron pot she had placed on the campfire was still steaming, and no one knew what was cooking in it.

Julius, who was on the side, had already begun to nap, but was still holding on. As for Pattin, he, like Olga, needs to be in charge of keeping watch at night, Olga is the first half of the night and Patin is the second half of the night. Not only the two of them, but also a dog that doesn't need sleep at all, but always lies on its stomach and seems to be asleep.

Olga and Patin took turns keeping vigil to protect the convoy, as well as Romeoona and Julius, two young girls who didn't have much defense. As for Lulunaka, she doesn't need to be protected. She has a very irregular schedule, sometimes she has already fallen asleep, but sometimes she can stay up all night, or she doesn't know where she has gone. In the middle of the night, she melted into the shadows as if she had melted into the shadows.

When Olga began urging Romeo and Julius to go to rest again, Lulunaka noticed a small situation.

It wasn't small, but it was enough for Olga to put her hand on the sheathed sword resting on the side.

The convoy stopped at the edge of the road, which was not wide and seemed a little narrow, and the trees on both sides of the road were slightly deformed, and at night they looked like a pair of strange hands, reaching from both sides towards the relatively flat road, as if asking for something.

In the pair of deformed "strange hands", a figure walked out of it. In the light of the campfire, the figure seemed to flicker and flicker, and the flame of the firewood could not fully illuminate the uninvited guest who was not near the campfire.

This figure is not tall, just the figure of an ordinary adult man, and his steps are a little staggering, and he should have leaned over when he saw the light. When this figure approached, Xiang, the true face was finally seen.

It's a man in half-armor. The man had a tired, uneasy face, no helmet, and a flat hairstyle that made him look so good and a little energetic. The blue-gray armor on his body was stained with mud, and he looked like he had rolled in the muddy water. The skirt armor strung with iron pieces did not have a large piece in front of it, it was like it had been bitten off, probably scraped away by something, maybe even a large piece of flesh and blood on his lower body could be torn off, instead of just carrying some iron pieces, leaving him with two complete thighs and pants.

He looked a little embarrassed, holding a two-handed sword that had been curled and chipped. When he saw Lulunaka, his face was noticeably less guarded.

Lulunaka stood up and greeted the man who had suddenly appeared. "Hello, can I ask for any help?"

Even in the face of a stranger, Lulunaka still keeps smiling, as if she had welcomed another guest.