Caesar pondered the questions in his mind, but felt a cool envelopment in his injured left hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Look at it in amazement.

I saw that Erin was holding her left hand with her hands.

The soft palm gently touched his skin, bringing a little bit of coolness.

And the more clarity came from the green light that flickered between Erin's hands.

Caesar suddenly felt a burst of vitality from nature in his heart.

It was a feeling of rejuvenation.

Under this green light, the wound on Caesar's left hand was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood was no longer flowing, and the skin of the palm cut by the transparent energy was blending little by little. Originally, the looming white bones could be seen from the wound, but at this time, the new skin filled the wound, allowing everything to return to its original state.

The green light faded.

Caesar looked at his left hand again, and there was no wound in sight except for the new skin that was no longer covered with calluses.

And the blood of that place seems to be only vain.

At this point, there was no visible scar on his left hand.

It's magical.

Caesar looked at Erin with some surprise, and saw that the girl bowed her head shyly.

It seems that this Erin does possess a special attribute.

Caesar smiled lightly and said to Erin:

"Thank you, Irene. ”

Erin blushed, and hurriedly waved her little hand and said again and again:

"It's okay, it's okay, don't thank me, Mr. Caesar. ”

Erin lowered her head as she spoke:

"I just want to thank you for saving us. ”

Caesar patted Erin on the shoulder and said nothing.

"Brother Caesar, are you alright? ”

At this time, Fast walked up to Caesar's side and asked with some concern.

Caesar looked at Meist, then shook his head silently:

"I'm fine, Mr. Fast. ”

Fast gave Caesar a good look, then nodded.

"It's okay, it's okay......"

It looked like he was very worried about Caesar's safety.

Needham walked around the camp, talking to the staff from time to time, as if checking on the caravan's damage.

As the night deepened, the camp was still brightly lit.

After the sudden attack, everyone in the caravan was in a trance. The battles that took place before are still vivid, and no one can sleep peacefully at such a time.

The leaders of the caravan gathered together and sat down again by the campfire in the center of the camp.

Fast listened quietly as Faulkner reported all the losses.

Needham sat silent.

Caesar sat there likewise, looking around idly.

He found that this time the old man Bartlett did not appear here.

Caesar quietly asked the man sitting beside him:

"Where did Lord Bartlett go, and why didn't he come?"

The person next to him was stunned, and then replied kindly:

"Oh, you said Lord Bartlett. The adult said that he was tired, so he did not come. ”

"That's right......"

Caesar nodded thoughtfully.

After Faulkner finished reporting the damage, the discussion began.

Caesar found that most of the focus was on the rest of the journey, and no one cared about such a well-planned attack.

Everyone only thought that this attack was a robbery by the thieves, but it was just bad luck that happened to them.

And Fast also acquiesced to everyone's idea and did not dwell too much on the attack.

Caesar, as an outsider, didn't bother to look for trouble, and sat there in silence, obeying Fast's arrangement.

Eventually, under the influence of the looting and destruction of the goods by the thieves, the caravan decided to go to Amerlenburg.

And this time, there was no objection to it anymore.

After the meeting was adjourned, Caesar strolled through the camp.

He didn't rush back, but walked aimlessly.

In this way, Caesar felt that his mind was more focused and easier to think.

As he walked along, Caesar unconsciously came to the place where the caravan horses were guarded.

In between, a dozen energetic horses stayed quietly in the place where the reins were bound, without any noise.

A slightly rickety figure was stroking the head of one of the horses, as if still whispering something to him.

Among the influences, this rickety figure is the old man in charge of the horses in the caravan.

Caesar thought for a moment, and finally walked over to the old man.

"Sir, haven't you slept yet?"

The old man heard Caesar's words, but did not look back.

Instead, he continued to stroke the horse's head.

Some old but extremely gentle voices came out slowly, as if they were only talking to themselves, as if they were talking to the horses:

"They're not asleep yet, how can I say that first?"

Caesar suddenly felt a little tired and didn't want to go on aimlessly.

He found a nearby tree with no horses on it and sat down on the ground against its trunk.

The old man did not pay attention to Caesar, who was sitting here, and continued to take care of his horses. It seems that in his eyes, only these animals with their heads held high are left.

The air suddenly became quiet, there was no conversation between the two, it was as quiet as the silence of the night.

The old man was the first to break the silence, and he said unhurriedly:

"Young man, I don't think you work for the Fergus family, did you join the caravan temporarily?"

"Oh?"

Caesar was a little surprised, he had always thought that the old man who was guarding the horses had only been invited temporarily. Unexpectedly, he was extremely familiar with the people of the Fergus family.

"Sir, do you know the Fergus family well?"

Caesar asked, somewhat curious.

The old man did not answer immediately, but he never stopped watching the horses.

"I've been working in the Fergus family for many years, and I can't even count the exact number of years. I have been taking care of these horses for a long time. I don't really interact with other people, but after all, watching people pass by can still leave some impressions. But you, this is the first time I've seen you. ”

Caesar was secretly frightened, it seemed that this old man was the real patriarch of the Fergus family, although he was only managing the horses.

"I'm just for a ride, in exchange for being a guard in the caravan for the time being. I'll leave when I'm there. ”

The old man stopped what he was doing and said slowly:

"Yes, I think our destination seems to be Starter City, what do you want to do when you go to such a remote place?"

Caesar thought for a moment and replied:

"My friend seems to have something going on in that area, and I rushed to save him. ”

"Save people...... ......"

The old man again began to stroke the horse's head, and continued:

"I've heard that the caravan is going to change direction and head to Amerlenburg for resupply. Won't that delay you from saving your friend?"

Caesar nodded:

"There's no way around that, since you promised to escort the caravan all the way to Start City, it's not good to leave in the current situation. ”

Caesar told the truth, and he felt that this old man seemed to have seen through everything in the world. I don't care so much about everything between the words. In front of him, there is no need to dodge anymore.

The old man did not speak again.

The two of them continued to maintain the silence of this small world.

Unlike the bright lights behind him, everything is so peaceful under the dim starlight.