"What the hell are you laughing at here in the middle of the night?"

Seeing the face sticking out from behind the tree, Rog frowned and stepped forward, looking down at Lilith, who was holding the trunk of the tree and looking up with her little head on her back playfully.

Little Lori looked up at him, blinking her big eyes that sparkled in the night, and said in Lisa's tone, "I'm going to give you a monk monkey!"

"Isn't it funny?" Rogge looked at her with a crying and laughing face, little Lori happily held her stomach, and repeated this sentence in her mouth, and her cheeks cramped with laughter.

"Alright, stop laughing!" Rogge stepped forward and pinched her little face, muttering, "It's you everywhere!"

"Monk monkey, monk monkey!" little Lori cried mischievously.

"You haven't even laid a bird's egg, what a monkey!" said Rogge, scratching her little nose with his fingers.

Lilith jumped up from the ground, put her arms around Rogge's neck with her two little hands, and asked, "Do you like that monkey?"

"What monkey?" asked Roger as he straightened up and stared at the little Lori around his neck.

"The one that gave you the monk monkey!" asked Lilith, curious.

"Can we not mention this?" Rogge glared at her angrily and said, "Also, don't learn to speak, watch your tongue!"

"Then why did you run out after lying to someone!" Little Lori asked persistently.

"Why? Because I don't want to share a bed with a primitive tribe woman, and if I'm tricked into bed by her, I'm a monkey!" Rog said as he walked forward, patting Lilith on the little buttocks, "Also, let go of my neck, unless you want to break it." ”

Lilith glanced down at his stiff neck, smiled, turned into a little owl and landed on his shoulder, tilted her little head and looked at him curiously, Rog walked silently for a while, and suddenly found that she was silent, so she looked back at her and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"How can you be a monkey?" asked the little furball with a confused expression.

"I said don't talk about it again!" said Rogge, slanting his eyebrows and pouting with an angry look.

"Oh, what about the eggs?"

"Shut up! You're the bird, why are you asking me?"

"But I've never seen a raw bird's egg, I've only eaten ......"

"If you don't shut up, I'll stuff you in a bird's egg, understand?"

"Was the bird in the egg stuffed by someone?"

"Ah, you little bird with a lot of mouths and tongues, I must eat you!"

......

The next morning, Rog, who was lying high in the treetops, woke up from his sleep, stretched his waist and yawned, and looked down at the little owl that was curled up in a fluffy ball on his chest, and the little furball slept with his eyes closed.

Rog looked down at her for a moment, then looked up at the vast morning mist in the sky, and sighed to himself, "How I wish it was some morning in the Plains of Radiance, rather than waking up in this damn swamp to track the Hallows!

"In order to be a hero in front of the pretty lady!" replied the little furball, as if in a dream.

"Sleep well, sleep can't stop your little bird's beak!" Rogge glared at her, reached out and grabbed her into his black wide-brimmed hat, jumped off the tree with his hat on, and walked towards the cabin where Catherine, Tully, and Murphy were.

When he returned to the front of the wooden house, he found that the three of them had woken up and were waiting for him in the open space in front of the wooden house, and when they saw Rogge striding forward, the three of them hurriedly stepped forward to ask him where he had been last night, and before Rogge could speak, he suddenly heard the voice of a small furball from his hat: "Monkey, monkey!"

"Shut up, if you dare to mention monkeys again, I'll let you have no lunch for three days!" Rogge slapped his hat and said, and when Little Furball heard this, he stopped abruptly shouting half of his words: "Monkey ......"

"What are you talking about, monkeys?" asked Catherine, looking at him curiously.

"Nothing, well, except we saw a monkey last night, and that's it!" replied Rogge, earnestly.

"Monkeys?" Murphy looked at him in surprise and said suspiciously, "How can there be monkeys in the swamp?"

"Anything is possible in this world, brother!" Rogge patted Murphy on the shoulder with a serious face, and Murphy looked at him suspiciously, and heard him say, "Let's get down to business, have you all had breakfast?

"We've all eaten, and we've been waiting for you to come back!" Tully nodded.

"Then let's go, it looks like our guide is here too!" Rogge turned to look behind him, and saw Lisa striding with two Amazonian warrioresses, she stopped in front of Rogge, and said good morning casually, as if nothing had happened last night.

"We're all ready to go?" asked Rogge, also tacitly.

"Of course, I have already told the Chiefess that I will follow you until your mission in the swamp is complete. Lisa nodded kindly.

"Thank you so much, let's go!" said Rog as he bowed to her and glanced back at Catherine, Tully, and Murphy.

Lisa then led the four men to see the Great Chieftain, and after bidding farewell to her, she left the camp with Rogge and the others, and marched towards the place where the body of the silver-robed priest had been found yesterday.

Surprisingly, shortly after they left the Amazon village, it was raining in the misty sky, and a feeling of clammy coldness accompanied by the humidity of the swamp lingered around them, and Catherine couldn't help but shrink back, clasping her shoulders with her hands, and feeling her whole body tremble.

Compared to Catherine's fear of dampness, Tully liked the feeling very much, and the dripping rain and moisture condensed a layer of crystal clear water droplets on her skin, making her feel very comfortable as a damp person.

However, the rain did not mean to end there, the raindrops became heavier and heavier, and soon it became a torrential rain, and the sound of the rain echoed in everyone's ears, and in the blink of an eye, everyone was poured into a soup chicken.

"We can't go any further, it's raining so hard that we're going to get lost in a rainstorm like this!" Lisa shouted to Rogge, and even though her voice was loud, the people around her still sounded very faint in the midst of the torrential rain.

"How long is it going to rain?" Rogge pressed the brim of his black wide-brimmed hat with his hand, watching as the rain trickled down the brim like a curtain, blocking him from Lisa.

"It's hard to say, I suggest we go back first, it's the rainy season in the swamp, sometimes it rains for a long time, we can't continue in such a torrential rain, if we accidentally fall into the mud, it will be life-threatening!" Lisa said, wiping the wet rain from her face.

"What do you think?" Rogge asked, looking back at Murphy with an inquiring gaze.

"I suggest following Miss Lisa's advice, it's too dangerous to brave such a torrential rain to travel through the swamp, we have less than a hundred meters of visibility now, we don't know where we're going, and if we go on like this, we'll get lost sooner or later!" said Murphy, shielding the raindrops that hit his face.

"Alright, let's go back first, and wait until the rain stops!" Rogge turned back to Lisa and said, "Can you find your way back?"

"Of course, we're not too far yet!" replied Lisa.

"Then let's go back, quick!" Rog waved at her, taking off his black cloak and wrapping it around Catherine's body, escorting her and Tali with Murphy as she and Lisa returned to the Amazon village.

At this time, the streets of the village were empty, and most of the Amazonian female soldiers stayed in their wooden houses, while the female sentries in charge of standing guard stood guard on the tree houses around the village, and after recognizing Lisa and the others, they were allowed to enter the village.

The group trotted all the way to avoid the scattered raindrops through the sparse trees, and Lisa led them to her cabin, where Lisa invited them to take shelter and lit a brazier to help them keep warm.

"Catherine and Murphy had better change their clothes, they were all soaked, and the brazier alone could not warm their bodies, and they might catch a cold. Upon entering the cabin, Rogge said to Tully.

The Mermaid Guardian immediately summoned the Lamp God and asked him to help conjure up two sets of clothes for Catherine and Murphy, and the Lamp God immediately cast a spell and danced, accompanied by the swaying and dancing of his fat body, two sets of white clothes and pants and cloaks that I don't know from which clothing store were presented to everyone.

"Will you change the set?" asked Tali with concern, looking back to Rog.

"Oh, no need, I'm used to it raining a lot when I live in the forest!" said Rogge, waving his hand decisively.

Tali had to give Catherine and Murphy two sets of clothes, Rog told Catherine to go to the back of the cabin to change clothes, while Murphy changed his clothes and pants in the outhouse, and Rogge took Tali and Lisa out of the house and waited under the eaves at the door.

Catherine, who entered the back room, put the clothes she was going to change into on a wooden chair, and glanced behind her with a little unease, there was no door between the two rooms, only an animal skin curtain to cover it, and there was still a gap at the bottom of the door curtain, and the sound outside the door could be clearly heard.

The girl cautiously leaned over and glanced out through the gap under the curtain to make sure that Murphy in the outhouse was not peeking, and then she took off her clothes and pants with trepidation, and dried herself with the hide that Lisa had given her, and listened carefully to the movement outside as she wiped.

Just as she was wiping the rain off her body and was about to put on her new clothes and pants, she suddenly noticed that there was no sound outside, which made Catherine a little worried, why was it so quiet outside? She didn't hear the door open, indicating that Murphy was still in the house, could it be that he was peeking at herself?

Thinking of this, Catherine suddenly became nervous, she subconsciously covered her body with her clothes, carefully squatted down and looked out from the gap below, but saw nothing, Catherine became more and more frightened, quietly moved to the corner to avoid the direction of the door, and hurriedly put on her clothes.

It wasn't until the buttons of the white cloak were buttoned up that Catherine, who was in her heart, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and she walked lightly to the door, leaning against the wall and listening to the movement outside, but the outhouse was still silent.

Catherine froze, slammed open the curtain of the animal skin, and stepped out of the room, but the scene before her made her stunned.