A few biscuits weren't something that would take much time for Tours, and the wooden bowl in his hand was already empty twice, then filled twice. Lulunaka's strange green soup was not just something for Tours to eat on a biscuit, he seemed to like the wonderful soup so much that he no longer worried about whether it looked like a poisoned soup was suitable to drink.

Instead of swallowing the biscuit in the same hurry as he had at first, Tours took a bite of the biscuit and took a bite of the soup, but it didn't seem to slow down much. His mouth moved fast, and his throat gurgled and squirmed. He didn't even sit idle to say a few words to Lulunaka, and was absorbed in eating. He looks like a hungry man who hasn't eaten in a long time, and only eating is his only interest.

His left hand, which looked like an injury, was always a little unnatural when it was raised, and it seemed impossible to exert force, but he did it with something as simple as putting a cookie in his mouth. Lulunaka sat on the side, observing Tours as if she were looking at something interesting.

Lulunaka's gaze made Tours feel a little uncomfortable, the girl kept looking at him with a smile, he didn't know what she was thinking, but the smile didn't seem to mean anything special. Perhaps she was just glad that the wonderful soup she had made had been poured so much into her own cooking, that Lulunaka's smile was not strange in the dark forest, and that it looked like it was warm in the light of the campfire, which made Tours feel much more relaxed.

While Tours was eating, at the campfire at the front of the convoy, Julius and the others were watching. Olga and Patin's gaze was direct and guarded, while the two teenagers and girls, who could also be described as children, looked more nervous and a little frightened.

Naturally, Tours could perceive these sights, because they were not hidden, and they were looking this way openly. Tours could understand their vigilance and nervousness, no one could be as friendly as Lunaka to a stranger who appeared in the middle of the night, and who looked very much like a deserter.

Tours were certainly not deserters, but the soldiers who fled after the rout were actually no different from the deserters who fled before the war. And many times, soldiers like them, who flee after defeat, are not very friendly to the people they meet.

Lulunaka was too friendly to strangers to seem a little strange, but he didn't seem strange about Tours, who had escaped from the battlefield and had no ill intentions or much wariness of a girl like Lulunaka, and was a little stupid enough to accept the other party's food—God knows if there was anything strange in it—and ate it so well that he had gobbled up a lot of biscuits and soup.

Maybe it's because he's so hungry that he doesn't count so much. Or maybe she doesn't have the strength to think about whether Lulunaka has ulterior motives. Regardless, Lulunaka gave him a lot of good-tasting dry food biscuits, as well as a green soup that was very different from what it looked like. Luluna's small iron pot on the campfire had lost most of the soup, and only a few scraps remained. There was nothing suspicious about the branches and kernels of the fruit that could be seen in the iron pot, and as Lulunaka said, it was a harmless pot, but it looked like poison.

After shoving the last biscuit into his mouth, Tours drank the last bits of soup from the wooden bowl and turned the bowl upside down with his face to the sky, not sparing even a little bit of soup. This turquoise soup really made him appetite so much better, and he ate a lot of coarse hard biscuits that he couldn't usually eat. Even this kind of shoddy dry food that is not made with sawdust requires a little patience and a healthy bite to eat.

Turce put the bowl down and patted his stomach. He had never felt more satisfied, and the fatigue of these days of non-stop running seemed to have been swept away. "Thanks for the hospitality. He said to Lulunaka, then touched her head a little embarrassedly, "I seem to have eaten too much." ”

"That's not a problem. Lulunaka laughed, "These cookies are a bit too much, and many of them are old grains that have been sitting for a long time. It's better to eat it now than to put it there to give birth to maggots, but that taste might be even more different. ”

Turce frowned, this wasn't a topic that would have a good appetite after listening to it, "Oh...... Maggot biscuits, this is a nightmare. But sometimes you have to stuff it in your mouth, even if you know there's maggots in it. ”

"Mr. Tours, you seem to have a deep understanding. So I think it's great that someone can eat the biscuits now while they're not moldy. ”

It's a new idea for Tours, and a girl like Lulunaka is a bit strange and rare. There's one more thing that Tours is a little ashamed to say, it's not a very glorious thing for him, "There's one more thing you might know." I have nothing to repay you, and ******** Les has nothing in his pocket, but in fact he has nothing but a two-handed sword that is almost as good as broken copper and iron, and he has nothing but one life. And a life to pay for a dinner, which is a bit too expensive.

"Don't mind, I just said that, I'm glad that the moldy dry food can be disposed of. Lulunaka didn't seem to care about what Les cared about, "I'm worried that you'll accidentally eat a rancid cookie, and I'll be embarrassed if you get into a stomach." ”

Turce laughed when Lulunaka said this. It was the first time he had shown a real smile, as if he had finally lifted the burden from his body. "You're such a kind person, Lulunaka...... It's just a little weird. ”

"Isn't that weird?" Lulunaka laughed, "My grandmother used to say that it's best to be out and about. Provided, of course, that person must be a talkative and friendly man like you, Mr. Tours. She also said that when you go out, you should be careful to avoid three kinds of people: soldiers who flee, nobles who travel, and traveling merchants. ”

It's an interesting statement, and it's the first time I've heard of it. The soldiers who fled, naturally, were talking about people like Tours, and Tours didn't feel anything wrong or humiliating - the fleeing soldiers had no order at all, and the soldiers without order were actually no different from bandits and robbers. Although he Tours seems to be an exception. The nobles who travel, that is the high-flying existence that the advancing horses' hooves will not stop when they trample on the dead, and all those who cherish their lives, smart people, will not stand in front of the nobles' horses and waste their lives. But the last merchant made Tours a little curious.

"Why the Wandering Merchant?" asked Tours.

Luluna caroted her cheeks and looked at the flames of the bonfire, her expression becoming a little sad, "Traveling merchants are people who call the world home, right? Sometimes, in order to get some rare things, the traveling merchant is actually no different from a thief, and some people will rely on force to rob it. In areas under the jurisdiction of the Chamber of Commerce, the traveling merchants will be more restrained, but in some remote places, without the constraints of the provisions, they will always become cunning and insidious...... Although that's usually the case. Speaking of which, Lulunaka added, seemingly careless, "A traveling merchant without a bottom line is a thief, a robber, or even a tomb robber." ”

Turce just smiled at Lulunaka's words and didn't say anything.