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Carefree, sweet, dreaming?

"No, where am I?"

He sat up suddenly, his muscles aching and weak, and a large soft and warm bed beneath him.

When I opened my eyes, a pretty face that was pleasant and happy came into view.

"Rodin, you've woken up at last! Are you hungry, I'll go get you some food to fill your stomach. “

Cynthia's delicate face was covered with two dark circles under her eyes, and it was obvious that she hadn't slept well, or that she hadn't slept all night to take care of him.

Feeling the slender and soft hands holding his rough big hands, I couldn't help but be moved.

"Don't be busy. How long have I been in a coma, and have you been guarding me?"

As he spoke, he took Cynthia into his arms, hugged her slender and soft body, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and felt calm and warm in his heart.

"Oops, your body hasn't recovered yet, what are you messing around!"

Two red clouds floated on Cynthia's cheeks, half shy, half disgusted, but she didn't struggle at all, squinting to enjoy the warmth of this moment.

"You've been in a coma for a day and a night, but you're worried about me!"

Rodin gently patted her on the shoulder, looked around, and saw that the room she was in was luxurious and bright.

The surrounding walls are carved with murals of grassland scenery, delicate stoves carved with floral patterns, quilts embroidered with lifelike animals on the body, and new furniture.

"W-We're back in the tribe?"

Cynthia's nose wrinkled slightly when she heard this, and her eyes narrowed, revealing a sly and delicate smile.

"Congratulations, you guessed it, we arrived early this morning. ”

As she spoke, she stood up from Rodin's arms, pointed around and said cheerfully, "How's the room? This house belongs to our new home. ”

"Sister Isabella personally picked it for us. From now on, this will be our home, and we will live happily here. “

As she spoke, her face was filled with longing.

Rodin felt a little strength regain in his body, and laughed, "This room is mine?"

"No, shouldn't it be the two of us?"

"I'm not in good health now, and you have to live in a room with me and sleep in a bed to take care of me. ”

"Huh?"

The girl was a little embarrassed, and said hesitantly, "But we have to get married before we can sleep together." ”

"Haha! little fool, I'm teasing you!"

"You're still young now, when you're older, I'll marry you beautifully!"

"Bad guys!"

Shyly and disgusted, Cynthia birded at Rodin.

"Ouch, my waist, it's not over yet, you tap. “

The two flirted and scolded for half a salary.

"By the way, what about little Ryan?"

"Didn't Isabella say last time that she was going to arrange a babysitter. “

"Sister Semara is taking care of him. “

"It's worthy of being the head of the Chamber of Commerce, and the efficiency is really fast!"

Rodin couldn't help but sigh.

Cynthia lay in his arms and said softly: "Why did you fight so hard yesterday?

"Okay, listen to you. “

Rodin fainted only because he had overdrawn the power of his blood, and he recovered after resting for most of the day.

The effects of the fears did not materialize, and after replenishing enough food, the flopping bloodstream became full of vitality again.

After waking up, Rodin first visited his new home, accompanied by Cynthia.

Sure enough, as he expected, the dwellings on the grassland were buildings that resembled felt tents, or yurts.

The whole is circular, and the surrounding side walls are divided into several pieces, each about five feet high and eight feet long, which are made of strips of wood into a net, and several pieces are connected to form a circle.

It has a long dome in the shape of a long umbrella bone, and the roof and walls of the tent are fastened with ropes in yellow felt embroidered with animal motifs.

There is a delicate round skylight on the top of the tent to facilitate lighting, ventilation and smoke discharge, and the skylight is blocked with felt on cold winter nights.

This felt bag is divided into four rooms as a whole, not big or small.

A plump middle-aged woman with a charming charm is holding little Ryan who is sleeping sweetly in her arms, humming a beautiful nursery rhyme with a smile on her face.

She was Isabella's eldest sister in Sermara, who had been assigned to take care of the children, and Cynthia said that she was also a poor widow who had lost her husband and had no offspring.

For little Ryan, he really loves him like his own child.

Outside the felt bag, it is fixed with a wall of earth around it, and the top is covered with reeds.

As soon as he walked out of the house, the dense felt bag obscured his vision.

Most of the felt bags were smaller and more rudimentary than theirs.

And the open space near the new home should also be much more spacious.

The two of them wandered around for a long time, and saw many residents in motley fur coats, who were much stronger than the Elden people.

When they saw the two of them, they grinned and smiled in return, as if they had known each other for a long time, and Rodin saw respect in their eyes.

Isabella must have greeted the tribal people.

So was he assigned to the Demon Hunting Brigade, or did he become a teacher in aggrieved?

When they first arrived, if they wanted to settle here, they had to have a good relationship with their neighbors, and the two of them also greeted the straightforward and enthusiastic grassland people all the way.

After wandering around for a while, they found that there were about 200 families in this camp, which was not a small scale for the people of the grassland.

Strangely, none of the guards in the caravan had been seen before.

It's probably a gathering place for residents, or what Isabella calls a tribe, but I don't know if it's the Flint tribe.

The noble grassland is blessed with a unique environment, fertile land, abundant water, and many farmlands with crops can be seen outside the camp.

This also explains why the people in the camp built this semi-permanent camp, and they were supposed to live on half-farming, half-pasture.

In addition, at the edge of the camp stood twelve huge beast-patterned bluestone pillars, exuding an aura of ancient desolation, and the totem generally guarded the entire camp.

It was dinner time, and smoke wafted from the tops of many felt bags, and along the direction of the smoke, a giant felt bag came into view.

When he got closer, he saw that the felt bag took up most of his field of vision, the size of twenty ordinary dwellings, and the whole body was a faint golden yellow, standing out from the crowd in the whole camp.

At this moment, two guards wearing scimitars were guarding the door with serious expressions.

There is no doubt that this is the residence of the tribal administrators, or chiefs.

After Rodin explained his intentions to the guards, nothing happened about jealousy, and they were soon ushered into the giant felt bag.

Walking slowly, the two first saw a huge and palatial space, with six roaring braziers placed next to it, making the whole interior warm and comfortable.

The saffron fur carpet was pulled from the doorway to the center of the lobby, where dozens of low tables were neatly placed, under which soft cushions were spread, and behind this pile of tables, a bearded man was sitting on a bright red felt that was a cut higher than the bottom, quite like a Mongolian man meeting the heroes.

Next to the rough man, a graceful woman with white skin as white as snow stood on the side, seeing the figures of the two, her beautiful eyes were smiling, and her peerless appearance under the veil glowed with amazing charm.

Who is Isabella if not Isabella?