People in this chapter: (Jamila), (Ellene), (Porcha).

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Chapter 26: (A Memory)

In the early morning, the moon had not yet set, the east was hazy, and finally a dawn was revealed from the haze, but the blue clouds still remained around the moon.

The forest shook off the remnants of the darkness of the night, and stood up majestically and majesticly, the spire turning purple. It began to shine again.

Before dawn, the mercenaries were already preparing breakfast around several campfires, while the rest of the mercenaries were busy putting away their tents. Alleyne wrote a new journal entry in his tent.

"What are you doing, my brother?" Listening to the lewd voice, Alleyne knew without looking back that the horse thief's shoehorn face reached into his tent again.

But Alleyne didn't buy it, and if he wanted to please him, he would at least have to use a military hammer to slap his own face into the sole of a leather boot. "I don't have any money, my dinar this month has long been replaced with weapons. Aren didn't even look up.

The horse thief borrowed money from everyone in the group on the first day he was brought into the group by the old man, and from then on, whenever anyone mentioned it in front of him, he would pay it back. "yes, it's a nice day!" He would snort as he smeared the soles of his feet with oil.

"Ahh Let's see what my brother is struggling with, like the money can't be spent......"

Alleyne looked up and glared at the other's sleek eyes. "I'm writing a diary, are you interested?"

Porcha was a little flustered by Alleyne's staring, and he avoided the other party's eyes in amusement. "Words, it knows me, I don't know it!" he said with a flamboyant smile, "but speaking of which, I really know a few words, dare I bet on a dinar!"

"Bet you can, but—" Alleyne looked at the other party with some suspicion, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you have any money?" In his impression, the guy in front of him never had more than a dirham on his body. As for where the horse thief's money went, everyone in the team knew.

"Look!" Polcha pulled out the javelin on his back and clutched it, then drew a few circles on the ground, "Look, I can write the word "money"!"

Ellen shook his head, pulled a dinar out of his pocket tied to his belt and threw it to him, "Thank you, please don't bother me. "He had to finish this journal before the team left.

"No! thank you!" Porcha winked slyly at Ellen before slipping out of the way.

It occurred to Ellen that a few days earlier, Porcha had managed to trick Jamila into giving him a psalm she had written, and that he had sold it for a good price from a merchant... When he tried to catch up, the horse thief had long since disappeared.

In fact, this guy Polcha is not very annoying, except for being a little flamboyant.

Last week, for example, a group of robbers from the woods who robbed passing merchants ambushed in the woods. Polcha, who was in charge of the outpost at the time, sent out the group of robbers, and in the event of an arrow in the shoulder, was able to run back and tell his companions the number of archers opposite. It avoided the possibility of the brothers rushing to their deaths, which was at least respected by many of them.

At this moment, Jamila appeared in front of him with several clean clothes. "Here," she said, handing over the clothes in her hand, "your clothes are washed." ”

"Thank you!" said two words habitually, and reached out to take the folded clothes. As a son of aristocrats, he was always able to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor in front of ladies.

Jamila regarded Alleyne as one of her saviors, and thanks to this, his clothes were kept neat and tidy in the army. But it does not rule out that this lovely and lively beautiful princess is in love with the handsome and extraordinary aristocratic young master in front of her.

"It should be my thank you for thanking you," Jamila's rosy lips were like two dewy petals, and there was a faint smile on the slightly concave corners of her mouth. "I've decided. I-"

Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Alleyne couldn't help but ask with some curiosity, "What decision?"

If there is any flaw in the easy-going and likable young master of the nobility, then this is one of them, Alleyne is full of intense curiosity about everything, and always can't wait to know the answer.

"—I'm going to be the best archer on the team," Jamila swore assimilated, "and I'll be able to save you in time for you to be in danger." ”

"I'm sure there will come a day. Alleyne's mouth opened a little. The upper lip hangs up, and there is a smile and a tiredness.

"Alright, I'm going to get busy. Jamila smiled and turned away.

Alleyne looked at Jamila's departing figure, and thought to herself: her slender eyes were so innocent and pure that she would never see anything dirty, anything dangerous.

"Hey, you're always so blessed, you've fought so many battles without being hurt, and there are women who help you wash your clothes! Is it because you have to dance a little before every expedition? Can you teach me!"

Alleyne shrugged his shoulders and told them, "If you change into your washed clothes before every expedition, and the clothes are washed with grains of salt, you will jump too!" He had seen firsthand how Jamila treated his poor clothes. May God have mercy, Amen

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Unconsciously, Ellen recalled the scene of rescuing Yamien in a tavern in the city of [Zend] a few years ago:

At that time, there was a drunkard in the ** little girl, so Alleyne rushed forward with a hot head, and the drunkard drew his sword.

It was then that Ellen realized that he was empty-handed, and because he had been hungry for days, he didn't even have much strength left. Just as the drunkard's sword was about to slash through his skull, the shopkeeper shouted, "Don't shoot!"

The drunkard was stunned for a moment, and when he looked back, a tall man in a cloak standing in the corner shrugged his shoulders, he put down his siege crossbow in his hand, and beckoned to the drunkard.

The provocation of the mercenary on the opposite side, the enraged drunkard rushed over with his sword, only to hear a brief sound of weapons colliding, and the drunkard who fell to the ground stuck a sword in his chest. "This scum!" the cloaked man reached out to help Alleyne up, and walked towards the little girl.

Alleyn paused for a moment, then drew the sword from the drunkard's chest and ran towards him. "Do you need a mercenary, sir? I can recommend myself. On that sword, he clearly saw the coat of arms of a family, which was the stuff of the noble lords.

"I don't have a rich dinar. The cloaked man frowned and reached out to take his sword.

"It's nothing, my lord, as long as you give me something to eat. "This is also the reason why Ellen likes to work as a mercenary, the dinar is often in arrears, but in war, there is always food, and when it comes to eating, the innate stinginess of the noble lords will disappear.

"But that's all I have. ”

Ellen smelled the familiar smell, looked at the salted fish in the other party's hand, he was dizzy with hunger, slapped his thigh, and knelt down on one knee, "It's an honor to work for you, my lord." ”

"Well, you kid might just give Ressarit a little **, and you can be one of us. He turned, "As for you, child, your age doesn't belong here, go home early." ”

"When I want to marry, I'm going to marry someone I want to marry. Also, no matter what my father might think, I was able to take good care of myself. I think I should join a group of gypsies, or a group of mercenaries!" She struggled to get such an opportunity for herself, though she wasn't quite sure if it was a gypsy in front of her, "you can hire him, you can hire me! Give me a chance to thank you, and I'll make myself useful!"

"Do you take care of yourself like you did just now?" the cloaked man shrugged mockingly, "Why not, if you don't have a place to go, I'll be happy to protect you for a while in place of your father." ”

The little girl he and Victor rescued was called Jamila, who had come here to escape a ridiculous marriage that her father had set for her. And it was as if it had just been experienced yesterday, and Alleyne still remembered it vividly.

Jamila is a nice little girl, the blood and screams on the battlefield have not changed her desire to improve herself, she is always silent to help every wounded soldier to bandage the wounds, but she is still a child who has not grown up.

"War is cruel, but there is no need to make it more brutal if it is not necessary. "If you dare to do so, the next time you are wounded, I will sprinkle a handful of salt on your wounds, and tell Besture that you stole his salt!" she always warned the soldiers.

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