readx;? With a red piece of paper in hand, Polken quickly adjusted his mood and strode towards the prisoner of war camp, ready to pack his things. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 According to the little clerk, the first training will begin tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock, but this afternoon they will leave the village of Berriman for the northern pastures of the county of Argent.

It was a magnificent building, and when Porken was sent here as a prisoner of war, he had seen it from afar, the pastures that looked like a complete grassland, and the horses grazed by the wranglers, and the prisoner of war, who had almost forgotten the scenery of his homeland, seemed to vaguely remember the two poplars at the door when he left, or a certain place he passed by as a soldier, in short, it was one of the few good memories of Porken.

Tonight he had to sleep in the prisoner of war camp for another night, and Polcan took his wooden bowl and received a gruel of his own from the chef with a rather bad attitude, probably because he heard that he was leaving, and the chef simply added a few wilted greens to his bowl, which was already a rare treatment in a prisoner of war camp that did not raise idlers.

"If Lao Tzu becomes an official in the future, he will definitely take care of you!"

Porken said to Chef that what he gained was Chef's undisguised taunts and constant shaking of his head.

That night, Polken slept very soundly, and he even had several dreams, one moment that he was wearing strange pants and a blouse, standing in front of many people and talking loudly, and another dreaming that he had returned to his hometown with many things that he had forgotten what it was like, and married two wives, but when he slept together, that beautiful face changed into today's knight, he brandished his long sword, sneered and cut off his head, and scolded disdainfully,

"You're also worthy of being an official?"

"Ahh

Polken screamed and sat up from the shabby hardwood bed, with a cold sweat on his face, he touched his neck, it was okay, it was still there, it seemed that it was just a dream. However, when Polcan turned his head, he saw that the sky had already appeared white, and it looked like it was about to light up.

"Phew! scared Lao Tzu, forget it, don't sleep, just go straight to the meeting place!"

Polken jumped out of bed, originally planning to take his bedding away, but then looked at it, it was too shabby, so he simply didn't take it, just cleaned up his shabby clothes, and didn't say hello to anyone, so he swaggered to the place where he signed yesterday, that is, today's meeting point.

However, to Poulken's surprise, when he turned the corner two streets, there was already a group of people waiting at the meeting point, which he thought was empty, and there was a smell of food, although it was just ordinary toast and spiced stew, but Polken, who had already hooked it, couldn't help but walk towards it.

"Yes, that's you, I remember you, you were the first guy to sign up yesterday!"

As soon as he was halfway there, Polcan was stopped, he turned his head to look, and drank, it turned out to be yesterday's knight master, he was not wearing the silver armor at this time, just a white shirt, pushing a cart of things and came over, he stopped Polcan, with a subtle expression,

"How about you help me push these three truckloads of supplies to the meeting point, and I treat you to a meal?"

Polcan subconsciously touched his empty stomach, then looked at the big pot of stew, then looked at the full wagon pushed by the knight master, and finally nodded.

Ten minutes later, the sweaty Polken, holding a large wooden bowl and plate, followed behind the knight with a cower, and received his own toast and stew, to his surprise, it was the little clerk of yesterday who was cooking, he smiled embarrassedly at Porken, looked at his tall body, and added him another spoonful of stew, and a half-sized orange.

A few knights sat at the simple table and ate breakfast with laughter and laughter, and Polken naturally couldn't get up, he sat on the stake next to the pile of supplies he had pushed over, first kissed the aroma of vegetable stew with excitement on his face, and then thanked a bunch of gods in a mess, and then began to feast.

"Hey, Polken, we don't have enough people here, we have 30 people to distribute supplies, so you can help us carry things, and in return, I can allow you to pick the best set of these supplies for you!"

It was the young knight again, and he took the clerk, who seemed to be very shy, and patted the shoulder of the deserter who had just put the last orange in his mouth, and startled the other party.

However, with the last transaction, Polcan was much more clever, and he didn't even need to be instructed by the old man and the little clerk to take the initiative to carry those large bags and small bags, and walked to the distribution office not far away.

The body that had eaten for the first time in more than ten days burst out with great strength, and after carrying 30 large bags, Polken was only panting slightly, and the knight who had been watching him work slapped Polken's strong muscles with some regret,

"It's a pity, such a good body, if it was two years earlier, it would not be a problem to choose you to join the heavy infantry team of the Turan Knights!"

In the face of the praise of the master, Polcan showed a simple smile, but he didn't think so, after more than ten years of fighting, Polcan has long been tired of the days of holding knives and guns, in fact, if he can choose, he would rather stay in his hometown at the beginning, even if he is a poor farmer for a lifetime, it is much better than worrying about the days every day.

However, the little clerk finally fulfilled their promise, and he took Polcan to rummage through 30 large bags for ten minutes, and then he could barely get him the best set of supplies.

A set of thick black robes, deliberately changed to the appearance of an open collar, the lower half was deliberately cut, it looked like the style of a military uniform, a pair of black pants that were not bad, and finally a pair of leather boots with a strange style, without a long tube, passed up like ordinary straw sandals, with a red cow belt and a green canvas bag in the middle, it looked strange, but when Polken straightened his body, there was a sense of solemnity coming from him.

"Tsk, that's not bad!"

The knight lord hugged his shoulders beside him, and looked at the uncomfortable Polken, looking like a circus clown, but the little clerk had a tense face and said for the first time,

"Well, that's it, Polken, hold your chest up and stand up straight! Yes, the headmaster has instructed that a pacesetter should be selected at each assembly point, and this is you, and I will be your direct boss in the future, my name is Marn, Marne-Sid, a student of the third phase of the Massanos School of Magic, and the deputy head of the El Sociology Research Group! Nice to meet you! You are also welcome to join this experiment that is of great significance to the whole world!"

Marne, who is only thirteen years old this year, stretched out his hand to Polken like a little adult, and although the deserter was rude, he could see from this gesture of reaching out that Marne had no kindness in his heart, which was already a very precious thing for a deserter who had been floating for more than ten years.

Polcan rubbed his hand on his trousers a few times, trembled and shook Marne's small hand, he puffed up his chest, and under the smiling gaze of the knight, for the first time he said his name clearly like a big man.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Chief Marne, and my name is Polken, Polcan-Luther!" (To be continued.) )