Atramicia walked over to Norman with the bag on her back.

"Found them all?"

Norman asked.

Atramicia nodded, "It's all here." ”

As she spoke, she unloaded her backpack.

"Let's eat first. ”

Norman beckoned Atramicia to sit down for dinner—he had reserved some for Atremicia to eat, and he still had that power—and crouched down himself, opened the bag, and rummaged through it.

The bag contained a lot of things, blades of grass, branches, stones and even some dead insect corpses.

Norman took it one by one, checking for a while to make sure that everything he needed was here, and then he put the bag back together and stood up, his gaze casually drifting over Atramicia.

Now that Norman's status has improved, the food treatment is naturally rising, and finally he doesn't have to eat the same things as mashed every day, but instead of clean black bread, crispy wild vegetables, and even meat and broth left over from yesterday, and he is really good to Atremisia, and he only eats her slightly worse than his own, and in terms of quantity, he eats more than Norman himself.

A whole strip of black bread, which was enough for three people, plus the wild vegetables and broth that were not in good condition, these things together were enough for four people.

But there are so many things, Atrimixia has eaten more than half of them in such a short time, and she is still eating, there is no intention of stopping, and the amount of food is quite amazing.

Norman has been in contact with Atramithea for a long time, and he knows her appetite very well, just an ordinary person, but an ordinary person can never eat so many things and still has no signs of eating.

The difference in energy intake has changed, which is reflected in the change of internal structure, and combined with all her previous performances, it is obvious that ......

Norman burst out laughing and shook his head.

It's not the first day he's noticed the change in Atrimicia, he didn't care about it before, he didn't pursue it, why did he suddenly start to care about it again?

It seems that his decision to re-engage with the Templars had some effect on himself.

In fact, there was no need to be tempted, and Norman believed that even if he asked her directly, Atrimithea would answer his question honestly, but the answer to this question was really of little relevance to him now.

"Have you eaten enough?"

Norman was in a daze for a few moments, and Atrimisia had already eaten all the rest of the food.

She eats with horrible efficiency, but not rudely and urgently, without the slightest embarrassment of gobbling up: she just keeps putting food in her mouth, neither fast nor slow, and the food just disappears into her mouth.

That gesture even barely has something to do with the word "elegant".

"Hmm. ”

Atramicia nodded.

Seeing Atramisia nodding, Norman first put the things Atremisia had brought back into the tent, then got out and walked northeast.

"Come with me. ”

Atramicia followed, and was about to take a step, but Norman suddenly stopped and added, "Take your stick." ”

It is a lot of the time to communicate with someone who is suspected of having a speech disorder, but sometimes there is an advantage that they will not ask long questions and make your head explode.

Atrimithea didn't ask, she just took out the stick she had thrown in the tent, grabbed it in her hand, and walked forward after Norman's ass.

There were so many people in the whole team, and the camp was naturally not too big, and Norman took Atramicia and walked to the destination of his trip in a short time.

In front of Norman was a tent.

Compared to the other tents in the camp, the terrain is excellent, it is very safe, and more importantly, this tent is also the largest and most solid-looking tent in the whole camp, but in Norman's eyes, these are secondary, and the most striking thing here is the tent surface.

It is a kind of cloth with the scientific name "alum sticky", which seems to be inconspicuous and dusty, but has a certain protective effect against the puncture of sharp objects, and the mage robes that the father taught to those registered black-robed mages who have passed the church's examination are made of this fabric.

Being able to make a tent with this material, the owner of this tent is self-evident.

This was the temporary residence of the only mage in the team.

Although the status of the mage is naturally higher than that of the knight, Xiu is likely to be only a black-robed mage, and Tang Enke is a silver knight, so the status of the two in the team is actually about the same, and the reason why Xiu's residence specification is obviously one level higher is entirely because the mage's protection ability for hand-to-hand combat is too poor and needs special care, which is also the consensus of people.

This special treatment is not only reflected in the size of the tent, the location chosen, but also in the people.

Outside Xiu's tent, there was a soldier standing guard, and when he saw Norman coming, he nodded to Norman, and a smile flashed in his eyes, apparently remembering the tattoos as soon as he saw Norman. As for him, he didn't even say hello...... Although Norman is now nominally their leader, with Norman's prestige, it is obvious that these warriors cannot really admit this fact, and nodding his head can be regarded as giving Norman enough face.

Norman didn't care about this, but also nodded at him and said, "I want to see Mr. Xiu." ”

This guy wants to see Mr. Xiu?

The warrior was stunned for a moment, and after a while, a flash of realization flashed in his eyes.

It must be that this guy finally knows how outrageous and ridiculous his idea is, so now he has come to ask Master Xiu for help, hoping that this powerful mage can help him, for example, to give those so-called "magic patterns" real powers?

Well, the warrior really thinks that the mage cultivator inside can decipher the mysteries of the magic pattern, because they don't know anything about magic.

In the eyes of this kind of person who can't even become a knight, as long as he is a mage, he must be powerful, mysterious and omnipotent, and hasn't last night's battle proved this? It is precisely because of the magical power of the mage cultivators that they can repel those attacking alien races under the condition of being inferior. Of course, Donne-sama also played a big role in this.

This warrior was actually too lazy to pass the word to Norman, but the other party was now at least nominally the leader, so he could only help Norman pass the word.

"Repair the adult, repair the ......"

Xiu didn't know if he was sleeping, but the warrior whispered several times against the closed curtain of the tent before a slight "um" came from inside, which was considered an answer.

"Barton said he wanted to see you. ”

The warrior's voice was still not high, as if he was afraid that if he raised his voice, he would scare the powerful mage inside. In response to this warrior, it was just a simple phrase that vividly showed the general withdrawn nature and incomprehensible sophistication of the mages.

"Nope. ”

These warriors need to give Norman face, after all, it is Jacob and Rusen standing behind Norman, but Xiu does not give any face, and does not want to waste time on such a senseless person at all.

As a mage, the strongest person in the camp now, the last hope of the team, he really doesn't need to give face to anyone.

The warrior pulled his head back from the clinging curtain and turned his head to look at Norman gloatingly.

"Master Xiu doesn't want to see you. ”

Norman's expression didn't change in the slightest, he just handed over a rag.

"Please pass this on to Mr. Xiu, I'm sure he'll want to see me after reading it. ”

He had apparently known for a long time, and the Order was too lazy to see him.

The warrior took the rag in confusion and quickly lowered his eyelids to see what it was, but the rag was wrapped in a ball, and he couldn't see what was inside, the only thing he could see was that the rag was dirty and slightly sticky, and it seemed that a lot of sweat had solidified on it.

The warrior seemed to think of something, and quickly glanced at Norman, and finally suddenly.

Isn't that what Barton wears!

It was just a piece of cloth that Barton had ripped from himself, and he thought it was some kind of treasure, why would a cultivator want to see him when he saw it?

Of course, more than this doubt, the warrior was now more worried about what he should do.

Would the cultivator be angry if he knew that it was just a filthy rag ripped from Barton's body? It doesn't matter if the cultivator is angry, but if he is the one who transfers it, will he also be implicated in the cultivator's anger? That's the most important thing.

But if he doesn't send it, it is not easy for Barton to explain, after all, he is now the nominal leader, Jacob and Rusen are standing behind him, with their strong support for this person, will they use themselves to help Barton Liwei?

The warrior knew nothing about magic, but he knew a lot about the world. But fortunately, he didn't need to worry about it right away, because the voice of the cultivator came from inside.

"Bring it in. ”

The cultivator seemed to be curious about what it would be, too.

The warrior quickly opened the curtain and handed it in, without even glancing inside.

He didn't dare to look at it, but Norman dared.

He and Atramicia looked at the tent's curtain as they saw a woman standing behind.

That woman is an ugly woman from Norman aesthetics, the uglier one, and from the eyes of others, she is naturally a beauty.

Small face, pointed chin, fair skin, big wavy blond hair, slender body, flat chest and buttocks - of course, the belly does not protrude, but is sunken.

The woman was not surprised to see the warrior's appearance, she was obviously used to it, but Norman and Atremithea made her a little startled.

Norman and Atremisia's gazes were very calm, quite calm, so calm that they were like two stunned people standing stupidly at the entrance of the village watching two dogs mate.

This is indeed very calm, but in some special cases, it can be seen as a provocation.

After the woman was stunned, her willow eyebrows were raised, and she was about to get angry for some reason—even if she wasn't angry, at least she had to give the other party a look.

But when she glanced at Norman, two red clouds suddenly floated on her cheeks, and then she quickly closed the curtain again.

It seems that the blood of the gods, spells, and bodies belong to two different systems.

Norman came to a conclusion in his mind.

They didn't wait long, but soon the curtain was drawn again, and the woman stood behind, her head hanging low, as if it was a flood beast standing outside, and she didn't dare to look at it.

"Mr. Xiu, please come in. ”

She spoke softly, softly, like the lightest lark singing.

The warrior was stunned.

Is the cultivator really going to see them?!Is that rag so charming? Or is it that the cultivator smells the smell of sweat on it, and is it not allowed to be gay......

For a moment many jumbled thoughts flooded the warrior's mind, not even noticing when Norman had entered.

After entering, Norman found that the space inside the tent was indeed large, and it didn't look like a tent anymore, but like an ordinary house.

The tent was divided into two rooms, inside and outside, and the woman led them into one of the inner rooms, where they saw the cultivator sitting inside.

On the table in front of Xiu lay the rag, which had been spread out, and in the distance you could see some frames drawn on it, and there were some symbols in it.

An old saying, to be exact.

"You're a mage too?"

When Xiu heard them come in, he turned around and looked at Norman with a surprised look in his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Xiu. ”

Norman greeted him.

Xiu's eyes lit up suddenly, because Norman was speaking an ancient saying, an ancient language that was extremely pure!

Xiu thought that his old words could not be so pure, but his eyes immediately darkened again because of what Norman said next.

"I am a gray-robed mage. ”

Grey Mage......

In the eyes of a real mage like Xiu, the so-called gray-robed mage is not too different from ordinary people, but he still didn't blast Norman out immediately after all, but asked casually: "Why do you want to see me?"

Norman didn't care about Xiu's attitude, in his opinion, this was a normal reaction that a mage should have in the face of a gray-robed mage, but the woman seemed to care more than him, looking at Norman at once, and then at Xiu, her eyes went back and forth between the two, and she seemed to be a little nervous.

And Norman immediately stated the purpose of his visit.

"I'm hoping to get some eight-branch leaves from Mr. Xiu. ”

Of course, he had nothing to do but ascend the Three Treasures Hall, and the eight branches of the leaf were exactly the purpose of his visit to this cultivator this time.