"Yes."

Watching from Artimu's gaze, Sailo immediately lowered his head, not daring to say anything.

To be honest, he may not have had any caution in his heart.

It's just that in the face of Yadimu in front of him, the careful thoughts in his heart don't dare to be exposed at all.

Now it doesn't have to be.

He sighed inwardly, then moved forward with more enthusiasm and continued to get to work.

Time flies slowly.

In the middle of the night, Cotton returned to his lodgings.

His residence is located within a training camp.

This is not because of anything else, but because he is an outsider, himself sold as a slave into the city of Lima, and naturally has no home here.

Since they didn't have a home, they naturally had to live in the place that Adimu had arranged for them.

"Captain."

Along the way, his men looked at Cotton and complained, "The leader is too serious too."

"Aren't they just some women, as for doing this to you?"

"We've just been killing him for so long, and it's really ......... that he did this to us in the blink of an eye."

"What is it?"

Cotton looked back at the other and said coldly, "You say, what is it?"

The cold eyes instantly made the other party stop, and he looked a little embarrassed at the moment: "No...... I just don't think it's fair."

"Fair?"

Cotton suddenly laughed, "What does it mean to be fair?"

"Today's incident was caused by ourselves, and you have memorized this for me."

He looked at the people in front of him, and said, "Do you think the leader is really like this because of today's events?"

"Wrong."

He sighed, "It's just that the leader will be disgusted by these things today, but it won't happen."

"The boss is angry that I didn't follow his orders."

"Before leaving, the leader personally called me over to explain in order to prevent this from happening."

"He specifically instructed that the situation must be controlled and this kind of thing must not be allowed to happen."

"What should have happened happened anyway."

He looked at these subordinates in front of him, and there was also a surge of remorse in his heart.

He listened to what Artimus said, but he was thrown away at the end of the day.

In the final analysis, he is still too carried away, and with the temptation at present, he can't resist it.

It's his own problem.

However, although the problem has arisen, there is not necessarily no room for remedy.

In any case, the credit they have made today is real.

As long as you are willing to change your life sincerely, there will naturally be a chance in the future.

Of course, the premise is that they are really willing to bow their heads and behave, and not complain in front of the leader.

"I'll remember it all."

He looked at these subordinates in front of him, and said, "If you say something like that, don't mention it again."

"You know what?"

"Yes."

Facing his gaze, the people around him looked at each other, and finally nodded slowly, "We know."

"It's good to know."

Cotton nodded, then took a step forward and continued on his way.

They soon returned to their camp, where they were ready to rest.

In the camp, special people came out and began to treat their wounds.

This is also what Artimus explained.

Proper training and replenishment are important to increase and maintain combat effectiveness, but medical care is equally important.

Sometimes, with a certain amount of medical resources invested, many seriously injured people can become minor injuries, and minor injuries can be recovered directly.

This can greatly reduce casualties and increase the survival rate of soldiers, and thus better

Maintain combat effectiveness.

So at the beginning of the training, Yadimu gathered a group of personnel to train and act as doctors and the like.

It doesn't require them to be very skilled in medicine, as long as they know how basic disinfection and protection are needed.

With these basic protections, combined with certain medications, a considerable number of injuries and illnesses can be cured.

As for the more complicated ones, it won't work.

But that's enough.

These medics are logistically aware.

Some of the family members of the previous war dead were placed here.

You don't have to go to battle, but you also need to make a difference.

Cotton examined his body as normal.

His wounds were basically disinfected and bandaged before he turned away and headed for his room.

Back in his room, he first lay down on the bed to rest.

It was getting late, but he couldn't fall asleep as he lay in bed.

What had happened before was still swirling in his mind at the moment.

Man, that's sometimes the case.

Although he said that he didn't care, if he really didn't care at all, how could it be?

Unless it's really not a normal person.

Cotton is clearly still a normal person.

In fact, the military style of this era is like that, and what happened before is actually quite reasonable in Cotton's opinion.

After a war, soldiers were allowed to loot, which was also the unspoken rule of the era.

So theoretically, what they did before was nothing.

It's just that Yadimu happened to confess before.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn sideways, took a deep breath, and forced himself to stop thinking about it.

He was quite satisfied with what he was doing.

Although Artimus usually seems a little too thin, he is not bad for them, and all preparations are quite fair and serious, far less than the in other places.

This is a rare thing in Cotton's opinion.

So even if tonight's incident happened, he didn't want to do anything.

It's just that I'm in a bad mood.

After lying silent for a long time, he found that he couldn't sleep at the end, so he opened his eyes silently.

He looked ahead.

The torches and lanterns from the outside were still shining, and there was a surging faint light, shining in the room, faintly forming the outline of a human figure.

"Who!"

Cotton let out a loud shout, immediately alert, "Who's there?"

The vision in front of me is quite dim, and if it were a normal person, it was estimated that I wouldn't be able to react.

But for Cotton, that's not the case at all.

After all, he is a person who often goes to the battlefield to fight, and he always has an unusual sensitivity for that special scene.

At this moment, I immediately noticed the abnormality.

"Who's there?"

He immediately got up, directly picked up the weapon on the side, and looked coldly in that direction: "Come out for Lao Tzu!"

Under his gaze, the figure in front of him gradually appeared.

A figure emerged from there, and just like that, in front of Cotton's eyes.

It's just that to Cotton's surprise, the person who appeared in front of him was not the tough man he had expected, but a woman.

"Woman?"

Cotton was a little surprised, but the long knife in his hand did not relax in the slightest, and he did not dare to let his guard down at all: "Who sent you?"

"Say!"

He raised his arm, the long knife pointed straight at the woman.

"Mr. Cotton, don't be so impatient."

Looking at Cotton in front of him, a woman's voice came out.

Facing Cotton, who was holding a long knife and looked particularly strong, she could still laugh: "I want to talk to you,

How?"

"I don't have much to talk to a thief like you."

Cotton spoke coldly and rushed straight over.

Since he was sure that the other party was just a woman, he had nothing to hesitate about.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, anyway, take down the other party first.

You can't always go wrong with that.

However, before he could take a few steps, a tingling sensation suddenly appeared.

Cotton's body couldn't help but pause, and he almost dropped the long knife in his hand, and the whole person froze directly in place.

"Bloodliner?"

He looked at the woman in front of him, and immediately reacted, his face a little shocked.

To be able to do this, the woman in front of her must be a bloodliner.

"Mr. Cotton."

Looking at Cotton in front of her, the woman smiled, "Excuse me, can you talk to me now?"

Cotton was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Who are you?"

"I don't remember any big names I provoked."

"Mr. Cotton, you're underestimating yourself."

Looking at Cotton in front of her, the woman suddenly smiled, "Break through the Brotherhood's defenses in one night and kill Davey, you are already quite a famous person."

"A lot of people are interested in you."

"Really?"

Cotton looked at him cautiously, "I don't think I'm that important."

"It doesn't matter if you think you have it or not, as long as others think you have, that's enough."

The woman smiled, "I heard that Mr. Cotton, you are an officer in the Duchy of Miro, and I guess you were once a nobleman."

"Now you can only be here, serving as a subordinate to a gang leader, is it really so willing?"

"Would you like to consider coming to us?"

She spoke slowly, and finally said her purpose: "As long as you are willing to do things for us, we can help you operate, let you return to the Duchy of Milo, and even run a title and territory for you, how about it?"

Titles and territories?

As soon as this sentence came out, Cotton was stunned for a moment, and even his breathing couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

Titles and territories are the most tempting things for a descendant of a declining aristocracy like him.

And as long as, it seems that as long as you promise the other party, these things will be available by rubbing your hands?

Even if he knew that the other party was by no means a good type, Cotton had a momentary temptation in his heart.

Soon, though, reason prevailed.

In front of the other party, he deliberately showed a wavering look: "What do you want me to do?"

"It's not too hard for you."

The woman smiled, then spoke, "Just give us as much news as you can."

"As far as I know, you've been around your leader all the time, so you know a lot about your leader's actions, right?"

"Just tell us the news, and that's enough."

She smiled and said, "Well, easy, right?"

"I'm going to think about it."

Cotton was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Okay."

The woman didn't force him, but smiled and said, "There aren't many opportunities, Mr. Cotton, you have to seize your chance."

"If someone else before you was willing to help us get the word out, then you wouldn't be that important, Mr. Cotton."

It's not that important, is it going to be *** off?

Facing the other party's gaze, Cotton subconsciously flashed this thought.

Anyway, seeing that the other party actually left, Cotton couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

A bloodline person, facing such an existence face to face, this is really a test for ordinary people.

Cotton was able to hold on, and it was already his psychological quality that was outstanding.

"What now?"

Confirming that the woman had left, he closed the door and hid in his room alone, muttering to himself.

The other party made it clear that the comer was not good, and he was going to their leader.

The reason why I found him was probably because he was a core figure, and he was just scolded by Yadimu yesterday, thinking that he would have resentment in his heart, so he deliberately wooed him.

The other party's conditions are indeed good.

Title plus territory, if this reward is real, then Cotton may really be tempted.

But unfortunately, this is destined to be something that I don't know if it can be achieved.

Cotton knew in his heart that if he really helped the other party deliver the news, then he was on the thief ship.

It's easy to get on a thief ship, but it's not so easy to get down.

Once the message is delivered to the other party, then it is equivalent to being held by the other party.

The other party can always hand over the information he revealed to Artimu.

When the time comes, even if he wants to get off the boat, he will not be able to do it, and he can only go one way to the dark.

And at that time, will the other party still fulfill their promises?

Cotton thinks it's unreliable.

But if you don't obey the other party, then what?

The other party ran directly to his room tonight, in addition to wooing, it was the most direct threat.

The woman can come to Cotton's room today, and kill him tomorrow before Cotton even notices.

In the face of a bloodliner, ordinary people are too fragile to guarantee their own safety.

Inform the chief?

Although the leader's strength is strong, it is impossible to bring him with him all the time.

If he tells the news, it is tantamount to completely offending the other party.

For a moment, Cotton was tangled.

"To say or not to say?"

He muttered to himself, at this moment, the previous sleepiness had been swept away, and the whole person was extremely sober.

"No need."

Nearby, another voice came.

Cotton's face turned pale all at once.

He looked at the corner in a daze, and sure enough, he saw a figure from there.

"First ..... Leader ......."

Looking at Yadimu's figure, he stammered a little when he spoke, and he didn't know what to say at the moment.

Yatemu's face was calm, and he stood there at the moment, quietly watching Cotton.

Watching from Artimu's gaze, Cotton's face turned unusually pale.

He looked to the side, at the window and the door.

The windows and doors are the same as before, unchanged.

This is what he closed with his own hands before, and there will be absolutely no mistake.

In other words, Artimus was already here?

"Chief, when did you ........?"

After a long while, he barely calmed down, looked at the Yadimu in front of him and asked, his face looking a little pale.

In a very, long time ago.

Atemu glanced at Korton, "I felt something was wrong at David's manor before, so I followed."