In the quiet of the night, people have already entered the dream.

The slave, whose head had fallen and broken in the sun, was lying on the ground, and had been laid with some branches and hay under him, but there were many stones protruding from them, and it was clear that he would not sleep comfortably. The chilly night breeze traveled around the ground, aggravating the chill from the ground, and even now that we were about to enter the Flowing Fire Moon, we had to wrap a thick layer of bedding to sleep warmly.

But they didn't.

This was the treatment of the slaves, who obviously could not sleep in a clean, soft tent protected from the night wind like Lord Temple.

Cloth was a rarity to these poor slaves, so the wound on the head of the slave with his broken head remained untreated, and the open wound was exposed to the stars, but fortunately the blood had clotted and dried up, and no longer bleed.

A large number of slaves slept here, under the stars, and as they went west, the tents gradually increased, and the most tents were some distance from them, where Baron Demps and the knights lived. Now Norman was coming from there, his steps steady, but his hands still shaking from time to time.

He walked around the sleeping slaves, came to the side of the broken head, and looked down.

Losing his inhuman physical fitness, his eyesight has also decreased significantly, and even the appearance of the slave lying on the ground can't be seen clearly in the night, which makes him squat down again, and only then can he clearly see the other party's appearance at the moment.

This is a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, probably not fully developed, which is why his body is so thin. Now in his sleep, he doesn't even seem to be able to sleep well, his expression is not peaceful, and from time to time his lips squirm, as if he is saying something, but his voice is too small for Norman's current ear power to hear clearly.

Norman is no longer the Norman he used to be, in order to carry him and those goods during the day, he has to fall down several times, and he can't get up again, but he still survives in the end, which brings him great mental and physical pain, but this is exactly what Norman needs now.

The reason why he did it during the day was because of the pain, but on the other hand, Norman really didn't want to leave the child to fend for himself in the wild, which was very different from his previous purpose.

If it had been before, the Knights Templar would have told him to leave the child alone, and he would have complied, but this time Lancelot didn't say anything, because they probably knew that it was useless for them to do so.

Norman stared at the child for a moment, then suddenly reached out and touched the other's forehead.

It's hot.

Not only was his forehead hot, but the child's cheeks were also hot and red, which was why Norman suddenly reached out and touched the other's forehead.

The child seems to be sick.

Norman didn't know if it was because he was sick that caused him to fall today or because he fell to make him sick, and he didn't know what disease he was born in, let alone whether this disease was serious or not, whether he would die, he only knew that Lancelot, who had changed from a chatter to a communication disorder in the recent days, had a rare voice.

"If you want to help him, we can help. ”

Norman knew that the Knights Templar could help him, which should be a trivial matter for the powerful Knights Templar, and it was not contrary to his current wishes, but Norman did not respond to Lancelot.

He just looked at the boy for a moment, then got up again, walked around him, and walked in one direction.

Lancelot didn't say much more, and cherished the words like gold.

Leaving the boy's side, and after taking two steps, Norman saw a bed.

Like the beds where other slaves slept, the cover was simply made of twigs and hay, except that no one was sleeping on it.

The slaves around him had fallen asleep, and the bed was clearly reserved for him.

Norman had been working before, and after dinner, he went to learn the sword with Don, and it was clearly not his covers.

The other person who had made up the bed was asleep on one side of the empty bed, with his back to this side, leaving only a silhouette, and from the rather undulating lines under the other party's ragged clothes, it was a woman.

It's Atramicia.

Today's starry sky was bright and starry, and Atramixia was lying on her side, her back exposed.

Her clothes were very torn, and her back could not be covered, and the wisps of spring light leaked out, but there was no sign of glow, and there was no scene of a face tattoo on her back when the stars were in full bloom.

This may be because that reincarnation time only appears once, or more likely because the astrolabe is not there at the moment and cannot resonate.

The astrolabe was lost by Norman.

That night in Arica, Norman left behind not only everything he had achieved in the Dragons, but also many other things.

The Five Rings of the Magic Pool, the Astrolabe, The Heart Sutra of the Sea, The Tooth of Truth, Atramicia......

He threw away everything he could, so casually, on the wilderness of the Pencoe savannah, and then he set out on this ascetic path alone, but what he didn't expect was that Atramicia he couldn't throw away.

Because Atrimithea is a person, she has feet and will follow herself.

Norman didn't know why Atramicia followed and clinged to herself, but Norman didn't deliberately want to drive her away, but when she didn't exist, she went to her own land, and Atramicia followed him all the way, still serving him like a qualified slave.

For example, today's time to make the bed.

Norman didn't say anything, but lay down on the bed that Atremisia had laid for him, gradually relaxing his tense body after a day.

He closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, but it was not so easy to enter the dream, but while his body was relaxing, some thoughts rushed to his mind and became entangled in his mind.

He'd been like this all these days, asceticism and thinking were the only two things he'd been doing since he left Arica.

In addition, perhaps because of the change in mental state, Norman's thinking pattern is very different from before, in addition to becoming stupid.

In the past, Norman was always dealing with many things at the same time because of the "Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea", even if he was thinking about problems, he was also thinking about different problems at the same time, but now he is different, and now Norman can only think about one thing at the same time, and his thinking efficiency is greatly reduced.

Although Norman's thinking efficiency is far less than before, after changing to a new mode of thinking, what he can think about is also different from before......

The farther west they went, the closer they got to Siam, the more solemn and serious the expressions of the knights led by Don became.

For Temple, "Siam" was just a place name symbol that represented danger, but for them who licked blood from the knife every day, Siam meant much more to them. Countless bloody cases that they know more than ordinary people are adding details to this place over and over again, depicting this place that no one can enter in more detail, making it more and more clear to them about this place.

It is because it is clear that it is afraid, so cautious.

"It's okay now, when it's almost time to get to Siam, that's the real danger. ”

That's what Donn said to Demps.

The baron always felt that Donne's increasingly tense face was too exaggerated, and even after Don said such words, he did not change, but felt that the other party was under too much pressure and began to talk nonsense.

Siam is known to be dangerous, but that is only for the journey to Siam, and it is safe to enter Siam - in addition to the Land of Chaos, the city is also known as the "City of Freedom".

All people, all races, can live in peace in that city, which has its own set of rules, and the outside world cannot intervene, so many people who have committed crimes in the kingdom and cannot stay will venture to Siam because it is safe to get there.

So why would Don say that Siam is really dangerous?

However, the Baron obviously did not listen carefully to Donne's words, he said that "Siam is almost there" is the real danger, not that Siam is dangerous.

Luckily, they hadn't seen any sign of Siam.

But no matter what, life goes on.

In addition to strengthening the team's training and cooperation, Don will also take a little time every day to teach Norman, after all, he has received the money, and he can't regret it, but the other party's performance makes him can't help but want to sigh: he originally expected this slave to be able to add a little strength to the team at a critical moment, but now it seems that his idea is completely in vain.

This slave will not be able to develop the qualified combat strength he expected in another ten days, and can only be said to be better than the untrained ordinary people, and he really can't help the outlaws who are scurrying around Siam in the slightest.

It's really blinding.

Don looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but think of it again.

It was night, and Don only had a little time to teach Norman at this time of the day after dinner.

He couldn't help but hope every time, hoping that with the excellent willpower of the other party, something would surprise him, but the result he expected every time was disappointment.

As he had thought before, talent was much more important than willpower in a short period of raid training.

"That's all for today. ”

Don said so, and the slave in front of him put down his sword, turned around, and was about to leave.

Don looked at the back, thought about it, opened his mouth slightly, and was about to call out to the other party.

He was so encouraged by the mediocrity of the slave that he didn't want to teach him anymore for a moment.

Anyway, even if they did get to Siam, this slave should not be able to become a qualified warrior who could resist the murderers. Rather than wasting time on this, I should use this time to practice my own swordsmanship, and as for those silver narls, I should return them to Baron Demps.

But the thought swirled around Donn's head, and after the words were swallowed out of his mouth, he finally swallowed it back like he had done two days ago.

Forget it, there are only two days of effort, and the time I need to spend on this every day is not much, so forget it.

After all, 150 silver nar, although this was nothing to him before, but now the situation is different: it is conceivable that he will have no income for a period of time after he goes to Siam, so he must cherish every bit of property now.

Norman didn't know what the Silver Knight behind him was thinking, and just walked back to where he slept, as he had done the other day.

Atramithea was still tidying up his bed, spreading hay handfuls on the net.

It may be that he is not satisfied with himself, and the time for Don to teach himself in the past few days has become shorter and shorter, and today is the shortest, so until he comes back now, Atrimixia has not finished his work, and many of the slaves next to him have not yet fallen asleep, and they are gathering together, and the crowd is surging, and they all know what they are doing.

Norman was not only slow in thinking now, but also extremely inquisitive, so he didn't even wonder what those people were doing, but just walked directly to his bedding and watched Atremicia at work condescendingly.

He didn't say a hand, he just looked at it.

Atrimithea also saw Norman.

One of her faces is still so dark, the same as on the prairie, but compared to when she was on the prairie, she is much dirtier, her hair is much messier, and most importantly, her appearance seems to have changed a lot.

Atrimicia is very beautiful, when she was on the prairie, she once shocked those sailors in the live broadcast room, second only to Miss Sennie in Douala in their appearance rankings, but now Atrimixia is not so beautiful, much more ordinary.

Her mouth didn't change, her nose didn't change, her eyes didn't change, her ears didn't change, they became where they were.

These organs seemed to move a small distance on Atrimicia's face, some imperceptible distances, and it was just such a small distance, but the overall feeling of Atramisia was different, and it became very ordinary.

Of course, with Norman's current eyesight, he could not observe such a detailed thing, which was told to him by Lancelot, and it was one of the few words that Lancelot had spoken in the past few days.

Lancelot didn't say anything more than the reason for Atramisia's changed countenance, and didn't say anything about what they had speculated about Atramisia's change in this way. But even if they didn't say it, Norman himself could have guessed.

It may have something to do with the Fang of Truth, although the sword had been thrown by him on the savannah, and Atramisia clearly didn't have the sword with him.

If you think about it further, you can think of many things, but Norman doesn't think about it anymore.

Because that's what the hell is going on?