You never know how many secrets are hidden in the dense jungle.

From the outside, it looks like there is nothing calm, but in fact, how much turbulence is underneath? No one can know if they don't see it with their own eyes.

Ding Zhu sat in the corner, her hands tied behind her back, quietly observing the camp.

This is a big camp, but whether it is a house or a decoration, all of them are built with trees in the forest, and even the roofs are paved with branches and leaves in the woods, which is very well hidden.

There were about one or two hundred people in the camp, all dressed in dark clothes, and the cloths and cloaks on their faces had been removed, revealing different faces.

Some are young, some are slightly older, but they all have a uniform sign on their wrists, which is a thin red rope tied to them.

They didn't seem to be the cold Assassins outside the forest, they were busy like the inhabitants of a village, chopping wood, sharpening tools, skinning prey, and preparing a fire for cooking.

These people were all methodical, and at first glance they were used to doing these tasks, and they got together from time to time to joke and talk, and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, which was completely different from the tense appearance outside.

However, Ding Candle also realized that she had seen the other party's lair, and the possibility of wanting to do so immediately was zero, so she simply dispelled the idea of escaping on her mule, and temporarily settled down, wanting to observe the situation here before making a decision.

The man as tall as the iron tower walked to the opposite side of Ding Candle with a few pieces of coarse grain cakes and a jar of water in his hand and sat down, he had a thick beard and a pair of keen eyes, at this moment, these keen eyes were staring at Ding Candle tightly, trying to see some clues from her expression and movements, but after looking at it for a while, he was a little disappointed.

The young man in front of him had a very indifferent feeling, as if everything was under his control, and such indifference made the man like the tower a little surprised.

"You don't look scared," he said. ”

"Afraid of what?"

The silence just now was like a protracted tug-of-war, whoever spoke first was already at a disadvantage, obviously, it was Ding Zhu who won, in her fearless calm, the tower-like man finally couldn't help but open his mouth first.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

Ding Candle laughed: "I'm afraid you'll kill me, but you won't kill me, at least you won't kill me now." She said it with great determination, which made even the tower-like man in front of him feel strange.

"Why are you sure I won't kill you now?"

"Because you're curious about me." Ding Zhu said.

This really speaks to the heart of a man like an iron tower, he is indeed curious about the young man in front of him, curious about why he has such good skills, curious about what his true identity is, and even more curious about where his indifference and determination come from.

So he touched his chin and squinted his eyes at Ding Candle: "What's your name?" ”

"Ahab."

Ahab is a very common name, and it is not noticeable, probably because Sibitai did not have much hope for Ahab back then, so even the name was quite perfunctory.

"I see the badge on your car, you are a slave of the sacrificial wine?"

"I don't really want to admit it, but it is."

"Why would a slave be so good?" The tower-like man was very curious about this.

Ding Zhu just smiled, she looked at the tower-like man in front of her, and said slowly: "Just as a soldier can oppose the emperor and assassinate the princess, what's so strange about my better skills." ”

Sure enough, when Ding Candle's words fell, the casual expression on the face of this tower-like man disappeared cleanly, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and an extremely dangerous smell emanated from his body.

"Boy, do you know that you can eat indiscriminately, and you can't talk nonsense." The man's deep voice seemed to hide a dense needle, revealing its edge little by little.

The smile on Ding Candle's face slowly converged, her hands were tied, but her feet were not, she was wearing shoes with open toes, and she seemed to be grinding on the ground without any consciousness, rubbing a small grass on the ground to death, but when there was no expression on her face, the face that was too thin looked a little gloomy.

"What's your name?" Suddenly, Ding Zhu opened his mouth.

This question made the man in the tower frown, and when he didn't know how to answer, he heard Ding Zhu say again: "I just don't think I know what to call you, and I don't want to explore the secret, you can just give me a name." ”

The man looked at Ding Zhu for a while, but he still didn't see what he wanted on her face, he didn't hesitate, and said, "You can call me Boda." ”

As soon as she heard it, it wasn't her real name, and Ding Zhu didn't mind, she tugged at the corners of her mouth: "Okay, Boda, I'm hungry." If you're not going to let go of my hand, then please feed me something. ”

The things in Boda's hand were originally brought to Ding Candle, but he forgot for a while when the two of them were talking just now, and now Ding Candle took the initiative to bring it up, and Boda also started to feed Ding Candle food.

Ding Zhu was originally a big-hearted person, not to mention that in this situation where the enemy and I were not clear, repeated sorrow obviously could not solve any problems, so first filling my stomach and accumulating physical strength was the most important priority.

Seeing Ding Candle eating without distractions, Boda's heart was not so relaxed, but he didn't show it on his face, but when Ding Candle finished eating, he still opened his mouth: "Why do you say I'm a soldier." ”

It seems that the other party still can't suppress their curiosity, or maybe it's not just curiosity.

Ding Zhu looked at the people in the camp, so many people were gathered here, and they were fighting against the royal family, it was obvious that they were no longer active soldiers, and their age seemed to be the age of service, so it could only be said that they were deserters.

Although Ding Zhu doesn't know what the punishment for deserters is in the plot of this mission, according to her common sense and shallow understanding of various countries, no matter what the circumstances, desertion is definitely not a trivial crime, not to mention, there are so many deserters.

Obviously, they were organized and premeditated, and it can even be said that they should be considered the most wanted men of the Imperial Gladiators (ten). ()

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