"I think I know who's helping us. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Alan said suddenly. Mike turned around and looked directly at the wicker basket in his hand, and Selci raised his head and stopped with his chewing mouth.

"Lo and behold, the coat of arms on it belonged to the king of Assyria, and his castle was full of such patterns. Alan shook the wicker basket in his hand, and then thought about it, as if he was talking to himself. "But why did he help us? It's nearly a week away from Woods, how did he know we had been attacked?"

"His other half of the soul knows everything!" Sersi reminded.

"You mean, he's been sending people to follow us?"

"Perhaps, the beasts that hide in the darkness are also his. Mike guessed.

"No, man, that doesn't make sense. Alan put down the basket and sat down by the campfire, "White can't wait to find the witch, he won't kill our horse halfway, it's like he's having trouble with himself, he's not so stupid, and he will never do that!"

"But you said, the coat of arms on it belonged to the king of Assyria, and—"

"King Assyria?" Alan interrupted Mike, and then thought quickly. "I see!" he suddenly raised his voice, "could it be so?" The young king of Assyria was young, but that did not prevent him from hating White, the damned king who had driven away his mother and sent someone to find the witch by means of his soul, and the young king of Assyria had to protect his mother by sending someone to kill our horse, thus preventing us from finding the witch, and thus preventing us from finding his mother!"

"What do you mean....." Serci paused, "this bread is poisonous?!"

"No, it shouldn't be poisonous. "If I'm not mistaken," said Allen, "this box of bread was a gift to us from the king of Assyria, who knew that we were from Nipur, and had an army, and he was taking the opportunity to win us over, and he was apologizing, and if he wanted to kill us, he could have done so last night, or earlier, and the three horses could prove it." ”

After hearing this, Sersi immediately picked up the basket and rummaged in it for a while. "But there's nothing but bread in there, man. He frowned, "If it's really the king of Assyria, he should have sent someone to put a parchment note or something in it." ”

Alan picked up a piece of bread and took a small bite. "He's not you, how could he do such a stupid thing?" he chuckled as he chewed on the fluffy bread, "If you really put a note in the basket, it will become evidence, think about it, do you know the king of Assyria?" he paused, "I don't know, do you? Yes, just like the king of Assyria doesn't know about us, he's just a canary in a cage trying to fly out, but before that, he has to make sure he's alive." ”

"That makes sense," Mike nodded, "I've been wondering why I can't see half a beast in such a dense forest for the past few days. He smiled, "So someone is helping us?"

"Until there is definite evidence, everything is just conjecture. Alan hammered his chest and swallowed the choked bread into his stomach, "But there is one more thing to prove, and that is that the bread giver has chosen a heraldic basket, which is not necessary if it were someone else." ”

"Anyway, it's good to have ready-made bread, I haven't eaten such delicious bread in a long time!" Sersi said and picked up another piece and couldn't wait to put it in his mouth.

"I don't think that's a good thing," Mike's voice lowered, "If Allen's conjecture is true, then we're in a dilemma right now....."

"That's right, we're sandwiches. Alan nodded reluctantly, "Now we have to think about whether to move on or stop..... Both of these options could cost us our lives!"

"You're asking for our opinion?" Sersi's tone was a little incredulous, "Clever ghost, this doesn't look like yours. ”

"No, no, no," Alan shook his head, "I'm asking Mike, you've never had a lot of luck!"

Mike looked at the campfire in front of him and thought for a moment. "No matter how bad the situation is, after all, White has a lot of troops, and I will think about the detained Union forces first. He paused, narrowing his eyes, "Besides, that fellow knows everything, and maybe he already knows that we are eating bread from the king of Assyria, so if we stop....." He shook his head and said no more.

"So be it!" said Allen at last, "rest early, keep the sentry post the same, and continue to search for the witch's hut to-morrow, at least where we get, and pretend to search, or that damned White will probably kill our army." ”

About a quarter of an hour later, a basket of bread bottomed out, and after two days and one night, Alan and Sersi fell asleep early, and Mike, who was in charge of the first half of the night sentry, did not seem to have enough to eat, he cleaned the prey he had hunted, and then put it on the fire to roast.

In a moment, the crows in the forest stopped chirping, the night became very quiet, the earth trembled slightly from the cold wind of early spring, the air was filled with the stench of reptiles, and Mike stared into the darkness outside the cave, waiting for midnight in the rotten smell of fallen leaves.

In the early morning, when it was too late, the waiting man became Sersi, the longbow lying peacefully on his right hand, and the broad-bladed axe on his left, and he dozed off with his head so hung that the clammy stone floor made his legs cramp a little, and then woke up in pain.

He rubbed his eyes and saw that the sky seemed to have turned white. Looking down, he suddenly saw that the wicker basket was actually full of bread, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, the basket was indeed filled with bread again, and even exuded a tempting heat. "Hey, guys, get up!"

"What's wrong?!" Mike quickly got to his feet.

Sersi looked suspicious, then pointed to the bread in the basket.

When Alan woke up, he walked to the entrance of the cave and looked around. The foliage was occupied by the mouth of the cave, and the early morning eyes cast a long shadow on the ground, and he examined the leaves on the ground to find some traces of the night visitor, but strangely there were no extra marks around, not even broken branches and white hairs, he felt a little strange, and walked back to the cave.

"What did you find?" asked Selcie with a tired look on his face.

"Nothing. Alan sat down by the already extinguished campfire, "Are you asleep?"

"Sorry, I've been so tired these days. Sersi admitted.

"Be optimistic, guys. Mike picked up a piece of bread from the basket and shook it, "At least we don't have to worry about breakfast today, do we?"

Alan looked uneasy, but didn't say anything more.