In the south in winter, if there is no wind and the sky is cloudless, it is very pleasant to lie on the soft grass and bask in the sun.

Charles was lying on the grass next to the camp basking in the sun, the warm sun shining on him, and beside him was the charming aroma of bacon, which made him want to doze off.

At this time, he had been healed from his injuries for several days, Elizabeth returned to the headquarters of Osmanthus City the next day after he recovered from his injuries, and Ariel also went back yesterday after confirming that Charles was okay, except for a few epic surgeons who temporarily stayed here to examine Charles for another two days, and the other doctors who came to support also returned.

Munch, along with Churchill and Woodward, submitted a review to Elizabeth the other day, and then Elizabeth tore them up on the spot.

They did nothing wrong in that battle, the order to go behind enemy lines was given by Elizabeth, the ambush commanded by Woodward was also highlighted, and the later Churchill led the raid on the camp was very successful, and Charles and Jenny were both defeated, which was an uncontrollable factor on the battlefield, and no one was responsible for this.

Now Charles is following his doctor's instructions to rest for a few days before doing some proper exercises to test his heart and lungs.

As soon as he saw that stance, Charles knew that these epic surgeons were using a rare opportunity to brush up on their papers.

There is nothing wrong with him being used to brush up on papers, and he also welcomes them, and hopes that the papers will be published nationwide in the future.

These days, Charles has been ordered to watch over the bacon fire, which is actually an excuse for Munch to let him rest.

The elves made the bacon by first building a small wooden house that was about two meters long, wide and high, with only one door and several ventilation holes in the roof.

Pork legs and strips of meat marinated in spices hung inside the cabin, and sawdust and small pieces of wood from pine and cypress were smoldering in the pit on the ground, and there were some spices that could be found everywhere, and the whole cabin was filled with fragrance.

Charles thinks that the "Jiuchi Meat Forest" of the King of Xuan back then may be the King of Xuan making things such as bacon and bacon.

Yesterday he was lying on the roof of the bacon hut, where the sun was warm, and he heard a conversation with a few friendly soldiers who had come to carry the bacon.

These friendly troops were stationed not far away, supporting each other with the barracks of the 168th Brigade, and these friendly troops had come to receive their share of the bacon.

A few elves were chatting while carrying bacon to a cart.

"There's a lot of pork this time, enough for us to eat for a while. Elven Armor said.

"There can be a lot of pork. Elf B took over, "I was standing guard the day before yesterday, and early in the morning I saw the 168 convoy rushing to the village to the north. At noon, yo he, the carts were full of screaming pigs and rushed back. ”

Elf C asked curiously, "Why are they bringing so many pigs back?"

"Didn't His Royal Highness Charles Jr. be injured at that time? "I heard that he had a big hole in his heart, but he was rescued." ”

"What?!Wouldn't it?" Elf C was obviously taken aback, "A hole in the heart can be cured?"

"You don't understand. Elf B said, "His Royal Highness Charles Jr. has made great achievements at a young age, and there must be something special about it. ”

"Then what does his injury have to do with 168 and they brought back so many pigs?" asked Elf C, confused.

"Who knows?" said Elven Armor lazily, "perhaps for the treatment of His Highness Charles Jr., I heard that his wounds were healed that night." ”

"How to treat with pigs?" Elf C became more and more puzzled, "Ordinary pigs are not magical beasts, and I have never heard of pigs curing diseases in hundreds of years. ”

At this time, Elf Ding, who had been silent, said: "Could it be that his heart is broken, and then he will replace it with a pig's heart." ”

The air was suddenly quiet, and Charles was lying on the smoked roof in a cold sweat, this guy's brain hole should be honeycomb coal level.

At this time, the elf armor suddenly said: "What you said is not unreasonable......

After a while, he continued: "Organ transplantation, this topic has not been studied for many years, is there still a scholar secretly researching?"

At this time, Elf C asked again: "Doesn't it mean that the success rate of organ transplantation is so low that it is almost impossible to succeed, let alone organ transplantation between pigs and humans?"

Elf C said: "The biggest reason for the failure of organ transplantation is that the matching is not successful, so he needs to find so many pigs to try his luck, obviously his luck is very good." ”

Elf B nodded and said, "His Royal Highness Little Charles is strong at a young age, and there must be something special. ”

"That's right. Elven Armor chimed in, "Between death and replacing it with a pig's heart, if I had to choose, I would choose the latter." ”

Elf C also nodded in agreement, "That's right, even if there is a pig's heart, who knows if you don't say it?"

By this time, they had already carried half of the bacon in the bacon house to the cart they had brought, and were closing the door of the smoked house before preparing to go back.

At this moment, the cart in front of the bacon house and the bacon on it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Who said Lao Tzu changed a pig's heart?" Charles, who had put the cart and bacon into the storage ring with teleportation magic, suddenly appeared on the roof of the smoked meat house, pointing at the elves and jumping on his feet and yelling.

After a shouting and shouting about the day's treatment, and the elves seemed to accept it humbly, Charles returned the cart and the bacon to them.

In the afternoon, when another group of elves came to collect the other half of the bacon, Charles had a similar conversation, and Charles was once again angry to his feet.

Charles can't help but jump to his feet.

Previously, because he often wore a durian skin helmet, and the color of the magic cannon blasted out by the EX curry stick was similar to the ripe durian pulp, the nickname "Durian King" has spread in a small area.

If he then makes his nickname "Pig Heart King" because of the brains of these elves, then he really has to find a durian to kill his head.

There was a "Lionheart King" in his hometown, which sounded so domineering, and if he had a "Pigheart King", others would definitely laugh for half a minute when they heard it.

Pigs and lions are obviously not a grade of animals, especially the lion monsters in this world are particularly fierce.

And with the longevity of these elves, maybe this nickname will be carried by his children and grandchildren.

Think about it a few hundred years later, there may be such a pair: "Ah, you are the descendant of the King of Pig's Heart, I and the King of Pig's Heart once fought side by side......"

At that time, it is strange that his descendants do not scold themselves to death.

In this world, the nickname is the second name, which is a summary of the character's characteristics, what do you say "Pig Heart King" is from to summarize him and someone?

The crowd of onlookers must have thought that he was nicknamed by the elves because he lived like a pig.

Then he might as well continue to call it "Durian King", at least people who have never seen durian sound unclear.

Therefore, the brain holes of these elves must be plugged as soon as possible, and the rumors that he and the pig exchanged hearts must be ended, otherwise he can only sing "But I, sometimes, would rather choose durian than let go" in tears.