"Say, is he going to stay here forever?"

Matthew sat bored on the ground, staring at the tent in the distance for a long time, and then whispered to the man beside him, with a contemptuous smile in the corner of his eye.

The man next to him was Monroe, but instead of sitting on the ground as he did, Monroe stood, waving and kicking, as if he had ADHD.

"Who knows?"

Monroe replied casually, continuing to focus on his movements at the moment, but he seemed to have some scruples, and he didn't dare to move too much.

Matthew, hearing the perfunctory meaning of Monroe's words, glanced up at him, and saw that he was moving around there, and could not help asking, "Isn't it very uncomfortable for you to have no work to do?" After complaining, Matthew also lay down, stretched his waist greatly, looked up at the blue sky above his head, and sighed comfortably, "Alas, it's still comfortable now." Although the food is a little worse than before, I can barely eat enough, and I don't have to work every day, and heaven is like this, right?"

His knowledge was indeed a peasant, and it was like two peasants betting on whether the king would work with a gold hoe or a silver hoe.

Monroe ignored him and just continued to have his own ADHD.

Although the range of his movements is not large, but the strength is full, such a small range of movements can bring some rumors, it can be seen how great the strength is, and Monroe has indeed felt that his strength has increased significantly in the past two days, which has deepened his confidence in the book "Nine Fencing Ways to Flip Loneliness" - in his opinion, his changes in the past two days are obviously caused by practicing the magic book left by the great knight.

I was able to produce such a noticeable change after only two days of limited practice, but if I practiced for a long time, what would it be?

No wonder that the great knight Albert Einstein was able to fight all over the world, and even the dragon king had to bow down in front of him.

Monroe was practicing secretly but enthusiastically here, but Matthew, who was lying next to him, couldn't keep his mouth idle, looked up at the sky for a while, and suddenly said again: "Monroe, have you found that your strength has increased in the past two days?"

Matthew's voice was not loud, but it struck Monroe like a thunderbolt, causing his movements to stop for a moment.

Monroe remained in that position, silent for two breaths before he spoke, "Oh?"

He couldn't figure out what Matthew meant.

Could it be that Matthew discovered his own abnormality in his daily behavior? His own secret was discovered by Matthew? If so, did Matthew tell anyone else, such as Patton, or even ...... If they knew that they had a treasure like the Nine Fencing Methods of Turning Loneliness on their bodies, would they have come to snatch it? Or, more simply, would Barton order him to give it to him? If everything was as he thought, then what should he do then? Although the treasure is magical and powerful, he has only practiced for two days, and he can't exert much power, so he is probably not the opponent of Jacob Knight......

Monroe already had a small theater in his head, but he was quite calm, and after his eyes flickered for a while, he said as calmly as possible: "I didn't find it, isn't it still like that?" It's just that I used to need to do so much work every day, and I didn't want to move when I was tired all day, but now I don't have to work, I have more energy, so you feel that your strength has increased." ”

Although his tone was quite calm, his body was already too weak to move, for fear that his movements would reveal something more.

Monroe didn't even dare to look down into Matthew's eyes, so he didn't know that Matthew wasn't looking at him.

With his hands folded behind his head, Matthew raised his head a little higher, and was looking diagonally at where the Norman tent was.

"Really......"

Monroe had a small theater in his head, and Matthew had a lot of ideas in his head.

Why did he suddenly increase his strength in the past two days? Could it be that Barton had succeeded in stumbling into them? Barton had succeeded in transforming them into savages? But why didn't Monroe feel it, and he was also tattooed by Patton? Or did Barton just succeed in himself? After all, the lingua franca tattoos on each slave were different, maybe Monroe's tattoo was useless, but the tattoos on his own were useful? If this is true, and not a delusion, can I be a knight like Jacob and Rusen, and will the sudden increase in strength of my body disappear one day, as if they came suddenly......

But like Monroe, Matthew didn't tell Monroe about his thoughts, just locked them tightly in his head, and continued to stare at the tent in the distance.

In the tent where Matthew was staring, two men were sitting.

Atramicia sat quietly with a book in her hand, and behind her, Norman sat in the blind spot created by her body, her head bowed.

Bypassing Atramisia, you can see what Norman is up to.

He was drawing on a blank book.

The painting is a very abstract figure, with a completely blurred face and no treatment, more inked on the limbs and torso. And the person in the painting also grasps a long strip of something in his hand, like a stick, and it is also the stick that has the most ink and the most detailed, and the arrows of various guides that surround it are also the most.

Norman seemed to be very skilled, and he was very quick to put down the pen, and in a short time he had finished drawing everything on this page, turned to the next page, dipped the pen in ink, and continued to draw, but this time he had just drawn a rough outline of the person, and Atrimisia, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly spoke.

"Someone. ”

Norman heard this, and casually placed a page of paper on the page he had drawn earlier, then closed the thin book and placed it under the pile of miscellaneous items on the side.

It is also through this moment of glimpse that you can see that the cover of the book reads "How to Use the Stick for Striking Dogs", and the signature below is the Grand Knight Alexandre Napoleon Bonaparte.

As Norman put the book away, a few moments later there was the sound of footsteps in front of the tent, from far and near, and finally as he stood in front of the closed curtain, a voice came from outside.

"Mr. Barton, may I come in?"

It was Jacob, and only the Bronze Horseman in the team could have been so gentlemanly, and even the true nobleman, Mr. Baron Temples, was much more rude than him.

"Please come in. ”

With Norman's answer, the man outside walked in, and it was indeed Jacob.

"Good day, Mr. Patton. ”

Jacob came in and greeted Norman before finding a place to sit down—in such a wilderness, only a cultivator would have to have a chair to sit on. Even Demps sometimes sits on the ground with a butt when he is really unconditioned, let alone Jacob, a knight.

"Good day, Mr. Jacob. ”

Norman greeted him as well, and then shut up and looked at Jacob quietly.

He saw some emotion in Jacob's countenance, and the knight seemed to be a little embarrassed to say something, and was struggling with it.

Norman had already guessed why he had come.

"Mr. Barton, I think we have to go. ”

Jacob hesitated, but finally spoke, just as Norman had expected.

Norman was not surprised, nor angry, but said calmly: "But I don't think now is the best time to go." ”

Jacob shook his head, "But Mr. Demps can't wait, and neither can Rusen, and they both demand to leave immediately." Jacob paused for a moment, then added, "They were worried that the aliens from that night would come back, and it was obvious that we had become a target for staying here, and it was not for nothing that they were worried. ”

Norman heard this, and it was not only Demps and Rusen who could not wait, but also Mr. Jacob, who wanted to get to Hiham as soon as possible, where it was safe for them.

Norman calculated in his mind: there were now four and a half people in this team who could speak, namely Demps, Hugh, Jacob, and Rusen, and the last half was himself. Now there are three people standing on the united front, even if he sees the face of teaching him pinyin, he is willing to support himself, but it is not enough for the other party to have a big say, so it is already an unchangeable fact to set off immediately.

Jacob did not come to consult with him, but only to inform him.

Clearly aware of this, Norman didn't try to bother anymore and nodded in agreement.

"That's good. ”

Jacob seemed a little surprised, but of course he wasn't so stupid as to go back on his decision, he just stood up and said, "Then I'll go and prepare." ”

Norman watched him stand up, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly another sentence popped up, "I want to see Lord Donn again." ”

Jacob froze, was silent for two breaths, nodded, and said, "Okay." Then he turned and walked away, but before he could leave the tent he stopped again, turned around, and said to Norman sincerely, "Mr. Barton, I believe in Lord Donn, and I believe in you too, and I hope you will remember this." ”

Norman nodded his head to indicate that he knew, and Jacob finally turned to leave, but Norman continued to stare at the curtain for a while.

It seems that this knight of Jacob was not completely disappointed in himself because of his series of absurd behaviors in the past two days, he still had illusions about himself, so he suddenly showed favor......

It wasn't long before Norman came out of the tent as well, followed by Atramicia.

After two days of calm, the camp finally became lively, everyone was busy, busy dismantling the tents, packing them, loading them, and the slaves and civilians were busy resting.

Norman called a few of his own slaves to clean up his tent, and he himself led Atramicia around the busy people in the camp and towards a remote corner.

It was already outside the camp, and unlike the bustling camp, it was quiet, with a noticeable bulge in the ground.

Buried underneath is the man who died that night, and Don is inside.

Norman had proposed that all the bodies be burned, but everyone was collectively opposed without objection: not all of them were followers of the Father's Religion, but they had grown up under the propaganda of the Father's Religion. In the doctrine of the Father, after death, a person has to go to heaven or hell, whether it is heaven or hell, the body is a necessary thing, if there is no body, hell cannot go down, and heaven cannot go up, which is a more terrible consequence than death. That's why burning at the stake is a very cruel criminal law in the Patriarchal religion, because it destroys the bodies of the perpetrators and makes them accept consequences that are more terrible than death.

Under the influence of this kind of thinking, these people naturally would not agree with Norman to burn these corpses. And Norman had no choice but to compromise.

However, it now seems that it was indeed a wrong decision not to take the form of cremation to dispose of these bodies.

"By comparison, it has been moved, more precisely, excavated. ”

Lancelot knew Norman's ideas well, so he didn't need Norman to say it, he had already told them what they had come to a conclusion.

Really......

Norman narrowed his eyes.

If those aliens had come here to dig up the corpses, then they should have known the fact that Don was dead.

In the few days they were stationed, the aliens never attacked again, partly because they were also killed and wounded that night, and partly because of Donn's presence.

They didn't know that at the last moment of that night, it was the explosion of Don's burning life, and they thought that Don was so strong, with such a strong man, plus a mage, it naturally shocked them. But now that they probably knew that Donn was dead, and that there was no such deterrent weapon in their ranks, they expected to attack again soon.

Worst of all, the team was about to leave at this time.

If you stay where you are, with the defenses that have been strengthened after a few days of hard work, plus repairs and those secret hands laid by Norman, there is still a very good chance of victory, but the advance is different.

Norman didn't know how these alien forces in the vicinity of Hiham were distributed, whether they would fall into the eyes of another new force if they advanced, and whether the aliens who had attacked them would continue to follow them and wait for an opportunity.

If the aliens were still following behind, new enemies would appear on their way, and they would lose the terrain advantage they had gained after a few days of hard work...... If this fights, the result is really not easy to say.

But life is like this, and people in it don't know what will happen in the next second.

Norman stood up, hands behind his back, and walked leisurely back to the camp with a relaxed expression.

Anyway, he is not in a hurry, and he is not the one who bears the pressure.

Next, let's watch the performances of those "heroes".

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