At first, the boy did not believe in this evil at all.

He even naively thought that these were just temporary, and he refused to work, provoked others, and finally became honest after being whipped up, which also made him begin to understand.

It's all true, don't risk your life!

This forest is actually not big, and it can even be said that it is a small forest, and no one will have an opinion, the boy recalls the scene of the meeting while moving forward slowly, and after a while, the boy sees many bonfires shining not far away.

The dark clouds are still very face-saving, and although the boy is faltering, at least not a drop of rain has fallen until now.

The place where the campfire shines looks like it should be a camp.

There were a lot of figures busy around the campfire.

Around the camp, there were many soldiers in armor standing straight with various weapons in their hands.

Of course, the armor on these soldiers and the boys are not the same at all, they are real guys, but they can't be called things.

The young man seemed to be accustomed to this kind of scene, and after digging so many trenches, he did not show a trace of expression on his face, but he was still slowly walking out of the small forest, and walked towards the direction of the camp very naturally.

The soldiers who can stand at the gate of the camp and be in charge of the garrison are naturally not wine bags and rice bags, not to mention, they are not blind, although the young man is thin, he was quickly discovered by the soldiers.

"What a man!

The soldiers shouted and raised their weapons in tacit agreement.

The originally busy figures in the camp naturally heard the call of the soldiers, and they all tacitly stopped what they were doing, and their faces showed numb and confused expressions.

The yellow-skinned face and the tattered fig leaf on the body all show their lowly status.

"Is it another call from the other side?"

"It shouldn't impact our little camp."

"Forget it, just call it, it's going to die sooner or later anyway. ”

"Shut up, and be careful that those soldiers hear. ”

The crowd chattered and exchanged opinions.

"Smack!"

It was the sound of the whip falling to the ground, and even left a faint whip mark on the ground, which woke up the people in the discussion.

"You damn lazy people, who told you to stop! Hurry up and work for Lao Tzu! Don't let anyone want to live if you delay the progress of the work! If you dare to stop again, Lao Tzu will kill you alive!"

A fat guy wearing more gorgeous armor than the soldiers at the gate of the camp held a whip, looked at everyone viciously, and scolded his mother very impatiently, the bloated fat didn't know how to shoehorn into this gorgeous armor, and countless fat men struggled to slip out of this small place.

Coupled with the pimple on his face and the mustache on his mouth, he almost wrote directly on his face.

Lao Tzu is a bad person!

Everyone trembled and watched as the man was mighty, and they didn't dare to say anything.

Jiwei's still momentum and the national system made them dare not have any other ideas, so they quickly lowered their heads and got busy with the work in their hands, and continued to be busy.

"Hmph! A bunch of shitty things, I really don't know my own weight if I don't give you some color!

His Excellency the bad guy shook the fat on his body, and sat back comfortably on the recliner behind him under the inexplicable eyes of the two soldiers behind him.

With a rough breath, he picked up the table next to the chaise longue and poured himself a glass of wine, squinted his eyes, and drank it deliciously.

The words are divided into two ends.

This little thing that happened in the camp was just a small episode.

Seeing that the camp was getting closer and closer, the young man skillfully raised his hands, forced out a harmless smile, and shouted loudly

"Don't be nervous, my lords, the villain is Kitagawa, who went to the forest to pick figs on the orders of Lord Dasle. ”

The young man said, groped around his body a few times, took out a few red fruits, and held them in front of him.

Beichuan, this is his name, not only his current name, his previous life, also called Beichuan.

When he first came to the camp, Old Bond asked his name.

Beichuan didn't know what to say, so he could only say his previous name in the end.

Anyway, the identity is a slave, and the name or something is just a code name.

It doesn't mean anything if you have it, as long as you don't violate the taboos of those nobles, no one will call you a cat or a dog, so no one cares, and no one will care about adding or subtracting a few people in the camp.

A soldier strode forward, frowning at the boy and then at the fruit he was holding.

With a disgruntled expression, he said, "Why have you been there for so long? Lord Darsl has been waiting for you for a day, but I'm very impatient! Hurry in! Beware of being whipped!"

"Yes, yes, thank you, sir! I'll go to Lord Darsr!"

Beichuan received the soldier's order, and hurriedly thanked him in a low voice, and he didn't care whether his body could eat or not, so he trotted all the way into the camp.

The size of the camp is not too big, it is not too small, it is estimated to be about the size of four football fields.

Beichuan is also very familiar with this place, and with the fruit in his hand, he ran to the fat man who was very obscene.

He bowed down and said cautiously, "Lord Darsel, the fruit you asked for is small and brought back for you!"