Garcia stepped forward with a smile in his hand, picked up the crying little boy who was still rolling, put him on the chair, reached out and touched the little boy's messy hair, and smiled at him, not knowing whether he was comforting the little boy or being amused by the little boy again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoGarcia's muscular frame and apparently taller than the average child made him look like a father and son when he held the little boy - of course, Garcia's apparently immature face broke the harmonious scene.

The laughter around him didn't stop, and Garcia was already walking back. He walked to the side of the seat, pulled out the chair, and pulled it far away, this distance seemed to be very comfortable to put the double ** on the table. Garcia sat down, only sitting in the front third of the chair, very comfortably put his hands on the ground, leaning back on the back of the chair, holding his chest with his hands, his head slightly raised, and a strand of brown hair hanging down slightly.

Garcia frowned, as if remembering something, turned his head slightly to the left, glanced at Arthur who was still in a daze in the corner out of the corner of his eye, and then turned his gaze back to Mr. Medivan's face that could not contain a smile at all.

Medivan seems to have begun to speak again of what the village of Habsha should do in this new era of trade, full of poetic, poetic and filiving, and as strong as the faithful.

Little Arthur didn't care.

Little Arthur has been feeling strange lately, very strange.

Arthur rested his right hand flat on the table, his index finger restlessly tapping at the table, his left elbow on the table, his fingers tugging and playing, playing with his dry blonde hair. The fingers were dexterous and fast, searching the hair, and each time he found a few strands of hair that were stuck together, his movements slowed down, carefully trying to tear the strands of hair that were stuck together. After all, his fingers still hurt himself when he tore, and little Arthur's face twitched unconsciously, and his eyes were still staring blankly at the table.

It's weird, it's very strange, there's something wrong, there's got to be something's wrong.

Arthur made a knight's oath that night with the words of a knight, the posture of a knight, and the dagger that a knight only uses when eating or exploring, as having nothing to do with a knight.

Arthur wants to go to the road of war, to inherit his father's glory, and to continue his father's unfinished journey.

But after that, my father's training was very strange, very strange, the kind of strangeness that annoyed little Arthur.

Arthur trains every day, and the morning part is unchanged, weight-bearing long-distance running, variable speed running, round-trip running, in short, there is no change in any running-related training, or the mileage has increased.

And the afternoon training was unrecognizable. Most of the afternoon was spent doing nothing, training only at sunset, when there was still light in the desert, but the temperature had dropped. All the training in weapons was gone, even the training of the dagger was gone, and the only thing to do was to be beaten up. Every day, little Arthur put on a thick cotton liner and put on the smallest standard leather armor, and faced his father, who held all sorts of unedged iron weapons, in the courtyard. An hour or two near sunset every day turned into another hell in Arthur's life, and Arthur had tasted all kinds of weapons on his body since he took the oath, and there was not a single intact skin on his body except for his face.

Even when he went to bed at night, Arthur no longer slept in bed, and his father cleaned the living room and laid a lot of branches and pebbles on the floor, and Arthur fell asleep on it. Arthur, who admired his father, was full of suspicions, but he still slept obediently, and the beatings every day made him exhausted, lying on the ground and twisting his body slightly, and he fainted directly after clearing a less awkward place. And whenever Arthur fell asleep, his father would come quietly and strike him in the back with a long wooden sword, and he would jump up from the ground with a howl of pain.

Arthur had never slept peacefully since the first night, and spent every night half-asleep and half-awake. But little Arthur's training during the day, or being beaten, was already very hard, and he would always sleep to death inadvertently, and every time little Arthur slept through, he would be hit hard in the back.

Arthur sat in a chair in the far corner of the class, the sleepless night that made him drowsy now, and the labor pain in his body was unbearable.

Little Arthur clenched his fists tightly and pressed the table tightly, his muscles tensed all over his body, and his thin figure kept trembling.

Drake, who poked Arthur with a twig at the beginning, noticed Arthur's strange appearance and stretched out his neck long in an attempt to twist in front of Arthur's face, so he saw Arthur's clenched teeth and tears rolling in his eyes.

"Wow! sissy Arthur is crying again!" Drake shouted as he jumped up and clapped his hands.

"Arthur Crybaby!"

"Arthur, you're so annoying!" the students in the class all turned around, laughing, laughing, and cursing.

Arthur felt as if something was grabbing him, and his breathing gradually became uncontrollable. Arthur lay on the table and began to cry, tears gushing uncontrollably, accompanied by coughing and gasping as if he was choking.

The laughter in the class grew louder and louder, but Arthur couldn't hear it anymore.

Arthur adores his father, he takes heavy knightly vows, and he bravely prepares himself for even more arduous training.

But he didn't expect that what came to him was only heavy beatings, beatings in educational coats.

My father may have endured a lot of stares because of him.

His father's education and expectations came to naught because of him.

His father may have despaired of him.

My father may have been disheartened, and he only wanted to roar at the sky.

His father probably didn't want to give him anything.

His father probably just wanted to torture him.

Arthur felt that his trachea might have been cut open by the bladeless knight's sword, and the suffocation and pain were overwhelming.

Arthur felt that his chest might have been crushed by the bladeless battle axe, and his chest was as heavy as a 10,000-pound boulder.

Arthur knew that his face must be as hot as his father's turning coals in the fireplace, for he felt himself being burned with rage.

Arthur finally fell asleep on a table in the corner of Medivan's backyard, and Medivan didn't try to wake him up, and his classmates ignored him.

Medivan's passionate class will eventually come to an end, just as the biggest flame will eventually burn out. And the coolness after being scorched by the flames is like a traveler trekking in the blazing desert finally discovering an oasis.

"Hey, Arthur, take your dagger, we have to go to the Oasis, everyone is waiting for you" Garcia hit Arthur's shoulder with the round shield he wore on his left arm.

The sleeping Arthur just touched his shoulder at the moment when the round shield just touched his shoulder, the muscles on Arthur's shoulder tensed instantly, and the whole person bounced up directly. Garcia looked at Arthur in surprise, frowned and said, "Clean up your face, look like a sissy, you're leaving, take your dagger, no one will save you if something happens." ”

Arthur, who had just woken up, was still in a trance, he shook his head, squinted at the sun that was past noon, and really woke up.

Today is the day of Mr. Medivan's class, and that is the day when everyone is going to Oasis.

The village of Habsha was built on a desert near the central desert of the St. Aaron Empire, and in order to survive, it was inseparable from water. Less than an hour's walk from Habsha, there is an oasis that is the source of drinking water for Habsha. Around the oasis, the Habbers have cultivated small tracts of arable land, with deep wells dug above, to grow drought-tolerant crops, and in the wider area, the Habers have small-scale grazing. Eventually, the Habers relied on goat's milk, mutton, and rough food cut out of the desert soil to take deep root here, and became a place for business travelers to rest and trade.

It is not easy to survive in the desert, every bit of food is piled up with a lot of manpower and time, and from the first moment the sun rises, farmers and herdsmen are active. For the peasants, it is not necessary to talk about the time of farming, but also to guard against all kinds of cute little creatures in the desert, such as desert foxes or desert rabbits, who may ruin the efforts of the villagers.

For the herders, things are a little more complicated, they have to face the threat of desert giant creatures, in order to prevent excessive loss of sheep and the safety of the sand village, the Haber have set up a guard tower nearby, surrounding the entire sand village and the oasis, and holding on day and night. The soldiers on the watchtower will ring the huge bronze bell when they spot the attack of the sand lizard, and in the case of the giant scorpion, they will beat the drum and spread the news far and wide to the patrolling hunter teams everywhere, so that everyone can be prepared accordingly.

So, what the children in the village had to do was very simple, two mornings after Madison's class, escorted by the hunters, to deliver food to the busy people. It is said that this was the decision of the village elders to take up only two days a week for the children to learn about life and to see themselves as real members of the sand village - after all, the children will have this and that affection for the place where they were born, but the sense of responsibility is definitely the most difficult one to cultivate.

Judging from the children's cute little faces, serious and excited looks, the elders had made the right decision.

"The boys are here, the hunters are here, and the rest is with Aunt Susan!"

Arthur had just wiped away his tears and examined the dagger in his boot when he ran over when he heard Garcia's father, Hunters captain Ross Harber, shout.

As soon as the words were spoken, all the boys in the village over the age of eight ran eagerly to the ten big men of the Hunters—a whole number of two standard patrols, oh, Arthur stayed, and the boys who were not yet eight years old, with their heads drooping, and all the girls gathered around Susan Harbour.

"Hey, Arthur, hold your dagger, in case you run into a sand lizard, don't let our noble ladies protect you!hahaha!" Drake laughed loudly as he waved his axe.

Needless to say, this naturally caused another burst of laughter from the boys.

The young girls gave the boys a blank look, and kindly came to comfort Arthur.

"Arthur, please protect us. ”

"Arthur, don't be sad, you're excellent, they don't understand anything. ”

"Don't worry, Arthur, you'll be better than them all one day. ”

"Yes, yes. ”

Kind, kind girls chattered around Arthur.

Arthur didn't feel the comfort and encouragement in his words at all, only felt that the anger that had just been extinguished burned again, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

My father looked down on me, my former brothers looked down on me, the boys looked down on me, you looked down on me, you all looked down on me!

Arthur felt anger fill his chest, and he always felt that there was nowhere to vent when he looked at the girls' slightly comforting eyes.

"What are you talking about, stinky boy!" Rose said with a slight displeasure as he tapped Drake's head with the steel shield on his arm. Rose looked at Arthur, who was flushed, sighed, turned his head, raised his spear and waved it in the air.

"Let's go!"

Amid the excited shouts of the children and the shouts of the hunters, the journey took less than an hour and two hours to complete. Although they came out twice a week, the excitement of the children was hard to suppress, and the atmosphere of the trip to the oasis was a little sightseeing, so the warriors acquiesced to this behavior.

Hearing the sudden screams of the children, Arthur, who had been gloomy all the way, finally raised his head, and the gloom on his face was swept away. Although the oasis is no longer unfamiliar, Arthur can't help but be happy every time he comes here.

The tall reeds had almost reached little Arthur's chest, rippling and undulating, always as if soothing little Arthur's curled up and roaring soul. A few palm trees grow in clusters, dancing around the crescent-shaped verdant waters of the lake, while the sand dunes in the distance are golden. A gentle wind blew behind Arthur, pouring first the reeds, then crumpling the lake, brushing the palm leaves, and finally falling onto the dunes, blowing up some golden grains of sand, and whirling away.

Arthur wanted to lie down slowly, in the blue waves of this crescent-shaped oasis, and never come out again.

Unfortunately, the gods probably didn't allow him to do this, and he didn't do the necessary prayer, which should have been from the heart.

The surrounding children put down their lunch boxes or weapons and knelt down one after another, their hands folded, and the warriors also knelt down on one knee with their spears in one hand, their heads buried deeply.

"The gods are above, and we mortals need to serve with our bodies. Praise be to you, thank you, great goddess of the rivers, for giving our people abundant springs to dwell in the barren desert. Dear goddess of the river, the faith of our people is unwavering, and the piety of our people is unquestionable. O holy river goddess, may your divine fire be held high and burn forever, and bless my people for ever."

The children gently buckled their heads to the ground, kissed the earth and prayed for the final part, and then everyone raised their heads and laughed and made noise in the oasis. And this joy has to be short-lived, and they have to do something. The whole team walked through the cultivated fields near the oasis, greeted the people in the fields, walked past the herdsmen in the desert, thanked them for their hard work, and was full of laughter and laughter along the way.

And perhaps it was the power of the river goddess in the oasis, and the gloom on Arthur's face disappeared at all along the way, and his smile gradually bloomed, and he greeted every uncle and aunt on the road enthusiastically. The experts in the village were so happy to see Simon's children, and they all waved their hands even more happily in response to this skinny little child.

Arthur smiled uncontrollably, like a nine-year-old child should have a smile that should have been shown, and Rose saw that he also walked over and rubbed Arthur's head vigorously. Arthur also rubbed his blonde hair, raised his hand and slapped Rose, one big and one small laughed happily, sunny, brilliant.

Just when Arthur's mood was just getting better after a gloomy day.

"Knock-" The sound of the bronze bell was loud and long, coming from the watchtower not far away.