Sylvie's tone grew deeper and deeper, and by the end it was almost as thin as a mosquito.

"They are very pitiful. Ron sighed lightly, "You've also been to my Hamp City, do you think that the people there are much better off than the exiles here?"

Sylvie nodded: "Yes, Lord Ron, at least in your territory, those people can still have a place to spend the night, a brazier to keep warm, and something to eat, and the exiles here don't even have a mouthful of clean water." A lot of people are ...... hurt."

"That was when you didn't see Hamp City a few months ago, when the city had just been invaded by the Duchy of Beru, and my guard, Will, and I were killed from Hamp City on that night of the city's breakdown. Ron's tone was a little emotional: "At that time, Hamp City can be said to be hell on earth, maybe you are in Wishal, you can't see this kind of cruel war, women are raped, men are tortured and killed, hundreds of pounds of stones fall from the sky, smashing all houses and people into powder, countless arrows are shot in from outside the city, panicked, unarmed civilians, nailed to the ground by these arrows." The whole Hamp City, blood stains every piece of land, and if you step on it, your shoes will be stained with blood, and the people here are lucky, at least they are still alive. ”

Sylvie didn't speak, and it was hard to imagine any picture in her head. In her cognition, only the days of being a slave were the darkest and most difficult. Before that, as a princess of Wishal, she lived a canary-like life, enjoying the best food and the best maid service every day.

"So, a lot of times, you have to try to make yourself more tolerant, I don't know what your identity was before, but there is a lot of darkness and cruelty in this world that you haven't seen, maybe there are countless people who are suffering and need help, we can help them, but we also have to face the reality that we can't help them. Ron said in a deep voice: "The exiles in this camp seem to be afraid of this leader, and we don't know how this leader usually treats his partners, there may be oppression, there may be abuse, but this is beyond the scope of our help, if these exiles really want to survive, then they should be responsible for their own lives." ”

"Yourself...... ...... to their own lives Responsible for ......," Sylvie muttered.

"That's right, you are responsible for your own life, and you give yourself a respect. Ron said in a deep voice: "Actually, I didn't even take care of myself, even the people around me, I have done my best to help them so much, you can have mercy on them in this matter, but there is only so much we can do." ”

After this period of getting along, Ron knows that Sylvie is actually a very smart girl, but she is not good at communicating with others and not good at accepting changes in the outside world, but as long as she can explain it to her, the girl will soon figure it out.

I don't know if what Ron and Sylvie had done before, although the exiles didn't come to deal with Ron and them again under Brooks' orders, but soon surrounded the campfire in the middle of the camp.

The young Kaiser with whom he had briefly interacted did not come back to him, but Ron noticed that the latter had turned his gaze here many times, but when he looked at him, Kaisa would look elsewhere.

Jack and the rest of the Adventure Squad don't seem to care about the adventurer's camp, and as dusk passes and night falls, Jack begins to arrange for the night watchman.

"Mr. Ron, I'm sorry, but can I trouble you to keep watch for an hour at night?"

"Absolutely. Ron nodded slowly, the first three vigils of the team were Jack, Sephila and the White Wolf, and the fourth was actually his turn, according to the time, by the time he came, it was already midnight, and Ron did not have any resistance to the White Wolf's request, which at least showed that Jack really regarded him as a member of the team.

All the members have a part, except for Sylvie, as the youngest member of the team, Sylvie herself is still a little girl and a magician, so this vigil did not arrange Sylvie, which is also to let the little girl have a good sleeping environment.

Jack's Space Ring contained some sleeping bags, and one was immediately distributed to each member of the team.

"Thankfully, I had brought a few more spare, otherwise Mr. Ron and Miss Sylvie would have slept on the floor. Jack smiled.

Ron took the sleeping bag, the volume is not very large, and the whole person is estimated to have to curl up before he can sleep in it, but there is a thick layer of fluff inside this sleeping bag, which is obviously specially made for spending the night outside in winter, which can well resist the cold and preserve body temperature.

"No wonder you have a vigil. Ron glanced at Jack and said meaningfully.

"Haha, it's good that you understand. Jack also had a smile on his face.

In the same camp, even if the exiles had been instructed by Brooks not to have too much contact with them, but who of them was on a shabby straw pile and the adventurer team still had warm sleeping bags, under the strong psychological gap, who knows what kind of crazy actions these exiles would do?

Ron got into his sleeping bag with his clothes on, his knees curled up, but he didn't sleep deeply, he was basically half-asleep, and his mind kept coming to mind the faces of Merial, Will, and his friends in Bol City, and even the human powerhouses he had met in the dream space.

I don't know how long it took, Ron felt someone poke lightly on his sleeping bag, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was the white wolf who was keeping vigil before him.

"Sorry to disturb your good dreams, now it's your turn to keep vigil, Mr. Ron. The white wolf's tone was still the same as Ron's habits, and nothing seemed to affect his mood.

"It's okay, I'm not asleep either. Ron smiled and said, "Mr. White Wolf, go and rest." ”

In this vigil order, the closer you get to the person in the middle, the more uncomfortable it is, and you can't get a good night's sleep at either end, but Ron doesn't care.

The camp was fairly quiet, except for the constant crackling of fire in the campfire in the middle of the camp in the distance, and Ron noticed that many of the exiles were asleep, and it was hard for him to imagine how they could sleep on such a cold day.

King Boslica exiled them here, nothing more than to make these people wait for death, Caesar said that some animals could not be lived, and made some clothes out of fur, but Ron did not see the large-scale promotion of this fur clothing, but only focused on a few people, Ron is sure, this Brooks himself, will not worry about the problem of wintering, maybe this is the absolute power of the exile camp,

Perhaps it is in line with the theory of "the first rich leads the latter to become rich" in his previous life, so that these strong men first get warm clothes, and then go to catch more beasts.

Of course, all this was Ron's own speculation, and when it was dawn, they would leave the exile camp, and everything here was at most just a conversation with others when Ron remembered it later.

"Huh?"

Ron stared at the campfire in the distance in a daze, when he suddenly saw a dark shadow flash in the distance.

Ron was sure he was right, and he immediately froze his breath and looked in the direction where the shadow flickered.

"Caesar?"

Suddenly, Ron saw a head poking out from behind the hut, and Caesar pointed to himself and then to where he was standing, apparently by himself.

Ron couldn't help but hesitate, his mission was to keep vigil, although the young man named Caesar made a decent impression on him during the day, but it was probably at the behest of Brooks, and he was also impressed by the strength of the leader of the exile camp and his absolute voice in the camp.

Ron shook his head at the other man.

Seeing Ron's reaction, Caesar didn't continue his previous actions, but looked around, and immediately tiptoed towards Ron.

Ron looked at Caesar with some amusement, now this young man looks like a crappy thief, and at the same time Ron has some curiosity in his heart, this Caesar can't have a weapon on him, and there are no other accomplices, what is the matter with him coming to him in the middle of the night?

The rest of the adventurer's team let out a well-proportioned breathing sound, and even the white wolf, who had just been working with him, fell into a deep sleep, and Caesar soon came to Ron, made a silent gesture to Ron, and immediately pointed to the gate of the camp.

"Let me go with you?" Ron said in surprise.

Caesar didn't speak, just nodded vigorously.

Without further ado, Caesar crept up to the door of the camp and opened the same door that Ron had entered.

Ron hesitated in his heart, however, he still chose to believe Caesar, this young man in the daytime, although the mood fluctuations are relatively large, but in essence, it is still for the sake of the camp companions, Ron took a deep breath and quietly followed.

Seeing Ron coming, Caesar also made a slope of the plank next to the gate and slowly slid down the plank, and Ron followed closely behind and followed Caesar to the beach where the battle had taken place during the day.

The sound of the waves, the cold sea breeze constantly blowing from the sea, and with the help of the moonlight, Ron could see the corpses of the zombies lying on the beach.

"Caesar, what's the matter with you calling me out so late?"

Faced with Ron's question, Caesar did not answer immediately, but quickly ran to the corpse of the zombie leader and began to grope for it.

"Mr. Ron, can you find a way to dissect the Chief's body?" Caesar suddenly raised his head and looked at Ron, "I don't have a knife on me. ”

"Autopsy?" Ron raised his eyebrows, he expected that it would not be easy for Caesar to find him, but the secret actually appeared in the zombie leader, the previous leader of the exile camp.

"Can you tell me first, what's going on?"

Caesar took a few deep breaths, the young man's mind was clearly at war between heaven and man, Ron did not answer, but quietly waited for Caesar's reply.

"The old leader was killed by Brooks. Caesar suddenly spoke: "Mr. Ron, there is something in the old leader's body. It's a key. ”

"Wait, you're a bit informative, can you speak more slowly. Ron blinked: "This zombie - no, this person has a key in his body, what the hell is going on?"

Brooks shook his head, "Mr. Ron, you just do what I say, and talk as you go." ”

Ron thought and blue lightning appeared on his palm, under the effect of Thunder Ninjutsu, Ron's palm turned into a palm knife, slowly approaching the body of the zombie leader, slowly slashing down from the throat, the rotting corpse was like tender tofu, cut from the middle, and the rotten muscles and internal organs were suddenly exposed to Ron's sight.

Ron resisted the urge to vomit, and the stench of the oncoming rotting corpse made his stomach tumble.

As the corpse was slowly sliced open by the Thunder Chakra, Ron's grant suddenly stopped moving, and in the zombie's rotting stomach, a bronze key actually appeared, glittering with a metallic luster in the moonlight.

"It's really the key!" Ron was surprised, "This is swallowed?"

"That's right, the old leader swallowed it!" Caesar was in Ron's surprised gaze, and Caesar directly reached into the zombie leader's stomach and took out the key directly.

"What the hell is going on?" Ron muttered, and he could sense that it wasn't easy. Caesar apparently knew some of the secrets of this exile camp and even the island of Bosilica.

"I don't know what this key is for. Caesar slipped the key directly into Ron's hand: "Mr. Ron, your captain, should also tell you why we were exiled here, right?"

Ron nodded: "You make things clear, this key is your old leader's thing, I can't ask for it." ”

"Before we were exiled, I stumbled upon the old chief in prison and quietly swallowed the key, and I didn't care at the time. Caesar said in a deep voice, "When we came to this beach, the old leader led us to repel our fellow monsters, and then established this camp. However, the old leader was wounded in the battle, and although it was not fatal, the bones in his arms could be seen. ”

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