The two of them walked on without saying a word, until the campfire was no longer visible, and Hammers slipped to the ground against a large tree. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hold the grass, scare me to death, scare me to death, I thought I was going to die... ”

"Qi, you have to be like a girl," the old man sneered, "hurry up, touch under your hands, and pick up a few dry firewood." ”

Hammos didn't want to move, so he reached out and touched it, broke two branches and threw them at the old man's voice.

"MD, a slacker. The old man muttered and cursed as he picked up fallen leaves on the ground. He carefully held them into a pile in the palm of his hand, and then reached into his robes to pick up something, and then, Hammer heard the sound of stones clashing, and then suddenly a puff of sparks erupted between the old man's hands with the sound of the impact, and the sparks fell into the leaves, and a small orange flame quickly rose. The old man took the pile of leaves in his hand, blew it carefully, and saw that the flame was gradually getting stronger, so he put it back on the ground, and then, adding a little more leaf to it, so that the flame became a real flame, and then he pushed the branch that Hammers had thrown to the bottom of the flame.

After watching the old man do all this, Hammers let out his first sigh, "Old man, you are really well equipped." ”

The old man gave him a blank look, did not speak, collected some dead branches and fallen leaves from all around and filled them into the fire, and then slowly said, "Listen, boy, fire is the most important thing to survive in the wild, especially in the jungle. Looking at the flames, he left two forked branches from a bush not far away, stuck them beside the fire, then untied the pot helmet from his head, tied the tether to a relatively straight branch, and hung it upside down on the fire, and then beckoned to Hammers, "Boy, where is the grain from the Rhodoks?"

The first time I found out that the helmet could still be used like this, I was stunned for a moment before I reacted, "Oh, here it is." ”

He untied the bag of rations from his shoulder and threw it through the campfire. The veteran caught it, opened the bag and took a look, it was not wheat, but a grain that he had never seen before. He grabbed a handful, then slowly let go of his hand, let the grain slowly sprinkle, and in the light of the bonfire, the millet also exuded an attractive gold, and the veteran saw clearly, this is a peculiar, triangular fruit, but the experience of farming in the early years told him that this thing should be the same as wheat, a kind of grain, since it is the same as wheat, then there is nothing to say about how to eat, wheat porridge, anyone can cook it.

The veteran waved at Hammers, "Hose." ”

Poof, a skin bag was thrown over, the veteran stretched out his hand, caught it steadily, laboriously pulled out the cork, poured some water into the pot helmet, then grabbed two handfuls of unknown millet and threw them together, then picked up a freshly broken branch, put the broken mouth under his nose and sniffed it, after confirming that it was not poisonous, quickly peeled off the bark, and then stuffed it into the unknown porridge and stirred it.

If it is wheat, with the constant stirring, the grain will gradually decompose, and the porridge becomes viscous, the key point of a good pot of porridge is this stirring, the time and speed of stirring should be knocked to the advantage, so that the grain is fully integrated into the water, so that the porridge becomes thick, and the grain can not be too scattered, to ensure that the porridge has a certain chew.

However, I don't know if it's because the water is too little or what, the water in the pot helmet is going to boil dry, and the new grain has no meaning of melting at all. However, after cooking, the grains appear fuller, and the golden color is appetizing.

Hammers swallowed with a grunt, and stared into his helmet, although he had eaten a piece of half-cooked horse meat before leaving, but at the sight of the food, his stomach thundered again.

"MD, glutton. The old soldier gave him another blank look, reached out and grabbed a handful in the pot, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. Well, it's indeed grain, it's very different from wheat, but it's glutinous, it's quite chewy, and there's a kind of sweetness that comes out when chewing, good, good.

Looking at the veteran's expression of enjoyment in the firelight, Hammers cautiously asked, "Old man, how's it going?"

The veteran opened his eyes and nodded, "Good food, eat it." If I have the opportunity to farm in the future, I must grow more of this food. ”

"Is it so delicious?" Hammer half-incredulously grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and then grabbed another handful without hesitation.

"MD, bastard, leave some for Lao Tzu!" The original intention of war is often to survive, and the necessary condition for survival is food. The war, which was caused by a helmet of food, ended with the veteran giving Hammers two hard blows on the head, and for this, he had to pay an extra handful of food.

Finally solved the stomach problem, Hammer's whole body relaxed, leaning on the big tree for a moment and smacking his lips unsatisfactorily, and now, he also has the time to think of something else.

"Hey, old man, your Rhodoc is very 6, who did you learn it from?"

"A Rhodok captive," the veteran boiled some hot water in his helmet, and was now drinking it little by little, "Lao Tzu used to be a jailer for a time when he was young and strong, and every day I gave that guy half a slice of bread, and he taught me Rhodok. Oh, that man's name was Odom, from the village of Moran in South Rhodok. ”

"So, you've been fooling the Rhodocs with this name for decades?" Hammers somewhat understood how the old man had survived, but he quickly became worried again, "You've been lying for so long, will it be exposed?" ”

"Don't worry, the name is quite exquisite. The veteran smiled, "I asked about Moran Village, it is said to be a small village with a small name in the mountains of South Rhodok, only a few families, few people in the country know this village, as for the name of Odom... He tugged at his neckline, trying to relax, "One out of every ten Rhodocs is called this one, and it's really uncreative." However, with my authentic accent and plausible identity, no one ever doubted me. Once, I infiltrated a lord's army for more than ten days, and no one saw through it. Speaking of which, the veteran is like a general who boasts of his heroic deeds, and he holds his chest proudly.

"Ah, that's great. Hammer was finally relieved, rolled his eyes, and said, "Or, old man, you can teach me two sentences?"

"Okay," the old man patted his thigh, looking very interested, "come, let's start with the most basic syllables, roll up our tongues, and make ah... ”

There is still a week to go before the succession ceremony, and according to the process of the coronation ceremony in Svadia, the king's heir must take the knights around his kingdom before the ceremony, just like a lion patrolling his own territory, symbolizing the legitimate rule of the land. Normally, this journey lasts a year, and rebels who disagree with the throne will take the opportunity to assassinate, so for the heir, it is also a journey of taking the oath of force, but also a test of life.

However, considering that the current situation is special, and besides, the kingdom of Aisona is only four territories in total, Uxhall, Norma, Wincordburg and Yeruige, and they are all together, no matter how much they grind, they should be finished. In addition, Mu has recently posted a large number of tasks to sweep up the rogues on the notice board outside the city, so that as long as every place around Uxhall can hide people, it is estimated that they will not even let ordinary civilians go. Therefore, the security environment in Uxhall and the surrounding area at this time is unprecedentedly good, and for Acena, this parade is not much different from the after-dinner stamping.

When Asona received the arrangement, she sighed deeply. In her imagination, the parade before the succession to the throne would be a thrilling journey, with hordes of assassins assassinated in pairs, harassed by dissenting nobles, murderous and bloodthirsty robbers on the way, and a treasonous conspiracy by the way. When she complained to Mu, she was poured a basin of cold water on her face, "Hold the grass, how unpopular this king has to be to make the parade look like this!"

However, having said that, because the work brought by the parade and the ceremony was not lacking at all, the entire town hall was busy, and the commanders such as Fatis all went out with their troops to guard the various territories, Jamila went to Rhodok as a messenger, and even Kanina, who had just been recruited, took her attendants to contact the caravan and prepare the materials for the banquet. She looked out the window, and York happened to be running over with a group of men and horses in full armor, they were doing armament training, but this was not the previous chain mail, but the heavier sleeveless plate armor. And her other guard, the princess army, as a guard who followed the princess out on patrol, was practicing horses hard outside the city, as the guards of the knight's country, how could she not ride a horse? However, Her Royal Highness the princess had also been to the scene to see it herself, but the picture was so beautiful that she didn't plan to see it a second time.

Everyone was hard at work, and the officials who hurried by, the hawkers who shouted at their throats, and the mercenaries who kept their voices in the hustle and bustle, all made Her Royal Highness feel alive again. It's just that, in such a harmonious scene, there is always a bastard who seems out of place, her damn auxiliary officer, who is already on the third pole, and has not yet come to work!

She threw down her quill in anger, this laziness must not be fostered, and he must be brought over to perform his duty!

Step out of the office and go up to the third floor, which was once a guest room in the castle and is now a dormitory for high-ranking officials. She walked to Mu's side angrily, and before she could take the door panel, she heard Mu Gao's voice talking from inside the door, "Listen, this matter must be foolproof, even if you lose a little profit." Within a week, I want you to spread all the taverns of Svadia, within a month, I want all the people of Ryordian to know about it, within half a year, this topic will be popular in the streets of Vegia and Salander, and within a year, I will make the whole continent known to everyone, to everyone!"

"Yes, hehe," another sly laugh came from inside the door, "we do something, please rest assured." Besides, this thing is an opportunity for us to make a fortune, even if you don't tell us, we will spread it to every corner of the mainland. But, seriously, there will be more?"

"Rest assured, sure. ”

Hearing this, Aisona was anxious, kicked open the door, and just saw Mu handing over a booklet to a strange-looking old man, and immediately became angry, and shouted angrily, "Mu, what do you want to do?" The scene was very embarrassing for a while, Mu looked at Her Royal Highness the princess who was angry, and then looked at the booklet in her hand, suddenly realized, and hurriedly said, "Your Royal Highness Princess, I think this is a misunderstanding." ”

"What's the misunderstanding, it's rare that I trust you so much, and you actually betrayed me?" Asona angrily snatched the booklet between the two, "Tell me, whose subordinate are you, Harlaus? No, no, you're from Griffos, aren't you?"

Mu smiled bitterly and sighed, "You really misunderstood," he said, pointing to the booklet in the princess's hand, "Don't believe it, you can open it and take a look." ”

"Exactly," Isona puffed open, turning the pages of her book, "I'll see what information you're trying to steal." ”

But after just one glance, her face turned red, "This... What is this?" Because, on the title page of the booklet, there is a large line of heading, "The Revenge of the Princess (14)", of course, although she asked so, but in fact she does not need to turn it to know what is written in it.

Mu coughed lightly twice, and explained with some embarrassment, "In order to publicize the legitimacy of your rule and at the same time enhance your prestige, Your Highness the Princess. ”

Trust me, it's definitely not a wonderful experience to read a story with yourself as the main character, especially when the author dresses you up beyond recognition. Aisona swallowed lightly, endured a strong feeling of embarrassment, and began to read the book, but before she could finish a small book, she squatted on the ground with her face in her hands. Oh my God, is that woman really me? Not to mention her beautiful face and tall figure, she thinks she can afford it, but this woman is upright, her sleeves are clean, her three sentences are not separated from her duties, her five sentences are not separated from her obligations, her mouth is righteous, her mouth is closed, she is kind and virtuous, she is radiant, and she seems to be unhappy every day if she doesn't do something good.

You see, this booklet is about the siege of Uxhall. In the text, he is an upright commander, every siege is almost successful, but every time the mercenaries greedily increase the price, increase the price, and increase the price, resulting in the princess's carefully planned good situation in vain, not only that, but one or two of them are the same as the uncle, constantly humiliating the princess, but in order to take care of the overall situation, the princess repeatedly endured, and finally, when she couldn't bear it anymore, she broke out and expelled those evil mercenaries, and she, the next day, with the determination to win, with the last knight who followed her, launched an attack on the unattainable city wall。 Her perseverance moved the defenders on the city walls, and they turned their armor and surrendered, and the moat turned into a smooth road, and finally blocked the puppet king's general, Earl Gruenward, in the inner city. That's right, it's Gruenward, completely ignoring the fact that he was far away at Fort Gruenward. Of course, the Merciful Princess spared him and his men after Gruenward had awkwardly relinquished the inner city, thus avoiding further killings.

"This... Is this really the Battle of Uxhall that I commanded?"

"There is no doubt about it. Mu replied.

"But, it doesn't seem like that," she didn't want to pay any more attention to the extremely shameful lines, "obviously you designed to send those mercenaries to death in vain, why did they become villains here? Otlanji and Beacon Ash also rebelled against you before, and it has nothing to do with me, right? Also, Gruenward is no longer in the city, isn't it, not to mention that they didn't surrender voluntarily, but were persuaded to surrender by my letters." ”

"It's all the little things, the little things. Mu waved his hand indifferently, took the booklet from the princess's hand, and handed it to the old man, "I'll leave it to you next." ”

"Don't worry, boss, I've never had a problem with my errands, so instead of worrying about me, you should worry more about the young people who have just entered the industry. The old man was also a human spirit, and soon understood that the boss had given an order to evict the guests, so he bowed to Mu and Aisona respectively, grabbed a piano-like thing placed in the corner of the wall, and respectfully withdrew.

"This ... Who is the old gentleman?" asked Asona curiously, looking at the lewd back.

"Bard," Mu explains, "was hired by Roden-Ross to advertise our products in the past. ”