Everyone tacitly did not mention the purpose of their visit, counted the number of people on the spot, quickly retreated along the road to the point where the living shells were not visible, and began to unload from the horses that were tied to the place.

In fact, at least half of the weight has been worn on the body, and the rest is mainly the tent skeleton, the cloth, and the least used weight along the way - fire oil.

The servants lightly removed the small canisters in rope net bags and placed them in batches away from the campfire.

They still don't know what their motivation was for carrying these troublesome things in the first place, but that doesn't stop it from being the wisest decision now, making it much less of a task to collect fuel, and it means destroying the place more quickly and completely, preventing it from becoming a wake-up fodder for future dreams.

After the night's lodging was built, Hu began to cut down trees to collect firewood, cracked it open, and then cut off most of the moist lesions in the center.

Setting fires is also a science, and the first thing to do is to clear the open space around the village as a flame retardant belt. Most of the firewood was prepared for the church in the middle, ensuring that the supporting beams and columns could be destroyed, while the dwellings had a high proportion of xylem and some grass-covered roofs, which were large enough to burn on their own.

After a busy afternoon, the amount of firewood brought back before nightfall is still far from the amount needed, and it may not be until noon tomorrow.

The resting group roasted soft dry food around the campfire, filling their stomachs with a few dry words to avoid as much as possible, leaving the night watchman to watch the fire, and the rest of the people returned to the tent with their weapons in their hands and lay down.

Intellectually speaking, the more difficult the situation, the more important it is to seize every moment of rest to ensure that you have more energy that could save your life the next time you have to wake up.

But Bright knew they weren't, and those eyes that were hard to close must have been watching in the dark the shadow of the fire cast on the canvas of the tent, for fear that the next time he would open his eyes, he would see the place, the road that might never be forgotten.

So did he. It's hard to say that the vigil that Martin arranged for him is a punishment or a smooth ride, and there is a relationship with Barrow in it. For such a sleepless night, at least for him, it was better to stay by the fire all night than to toss and turn in a tent.

However, it must be stated that, despite the lack of rebuttal, he felt that his decisive throwing of the axe was not a mistake. After stepping over the mushroom "flower stand" on the trail, witnessing a distorted humanoid silhouette with his back to him, how can anyone control the urge to strike first?

Even if the axe was in the hands of the Barrow knight he was following, it would have flown out, and it would have pierced more accurately.

"Huh." Bright shook his head and shook off this disrespectful idea, humility is a knight's virtue, and as a reserve, he should accept Martin's criticism, not disobey in his heart.

As the second son of the family, he was placed under the knights, and he sometimes felt that he had only learned the bravery and recklessness of the two sides, and had not absorbed the alertness that Barrow occasionally showed that did not match his rough appearance.

He added a piece of wood to the fire, and the crackling sound of burning wrapped around his ears, so monotonous that he could not control himself from thinking about the beautiful and enchanting images, and the flower stand and the strange back appeared before him, as if he was sitting with him across the campfire.

A low cry of delusion and imagination came out of his mouth, and Bright straightened his back suddenly, and came to his senses, and his companion on the other side of the fire was alarmed, and looked up at him, seeing the same thing in each other's eyes.

"You said that, why did the man I heard Knight Martin call him a professor with so much oil?" Bright whispered to the only person he could communicate with at this point, and looked out of the camp to make sure it was just a tired imagination.

He didn't expect to get an answer, he just intended to talk, although it was really confusing.

"Who knows, but I've seen him with calluses on his hands, like a man who can use a sword." My companion took over the topic consciously, "I don't look like a professor anyway." Have you met anyone from those academies? Generally, old and bald are at least one of them. ”

"Or both." In the topics that they couldn't talk about in person, they found a little fresh laughter.

The bonfires with fresh wood are lit up, the flames swell, and the heating heats up the hands and feet to lift their spirits. The shadow behind him elongated and swayed.

After chatting for a while, Brett's lips were dry, and he picked up the water bag and poured two sips of water, and a feeling of being unable to sit still gradually became apparent. I wanted to endure it, but the long night was far from over, and it had to be resolved sooner or later.

Rubbing his numb legs, he stood up from the fire and inspected the camp, the sound of turning over and moving had disappeared before he knew it, and the exhaustion made people fall asleep.

"I'm going to take care of a little personal matter, I'm right next to it, I'll be right back."

"Go and come back quickly, wait until you finish changing me." This kind of thing is always easy to be in groups once it is mentioned, but due to the limitation of their duties, they cannot leave their posts together, so they can only take turns.

Brytt walked towards the edge of the camp, the light source shifting from front to back, and as he approached the shadows of the trees that were nuanced in shape from normal, tension seeped in from beyond the walls of his heart reinforced by language and fire, and he couldn't help but wonder what was in the woods.

Looking back at the fire, his companion waved his hand impatiently to signal him to hurry. The tension made the feeling in his lower body more and more obvious, and after all, the physiological hard demand took over, and he had to solve the problem of water pressure.

No matter how horrible those things were, they were already dead, and they were no more dangerous than a child with a dagger. He comforted himself so.

Humming a little song that he heard by chance, he stepped out of the dim boundary between light and darkness, and walked a few steps into the forest, until he could see the campfire without being complained of a peculiar smell tomorrow morning, and found a tree that was pleasing to the eye, intending to finish the work as soon as possible.

As he emptied, his nervous spirit relaxed for a while, thinking about how the knights could solve this urgent problem in full body armor.

Although it can be dealt with in advance every time, after all, people have unforeseen circumstances, what if there is a real emergency, and you can't quickly take off your armor? As a knightly reserve, he felt the need to think about it.

The strange question soon went away, and Bright tightened his belt, and the idea jumped to the question of whether it would be possible to develop a romance or even a marriage with a young lady after he had officially become a knight and had his own euphemism.

He had seen the women in some outdoor activities, standing far away in the safety of not being disturbed, watching the various prey that the descendants of the young nobles had chased from the hunting grounds, whispering gracefully and commenting, and chuckling like bagpipe harps drifting in the powdered wind.

The dresses they wore were cut from satin of various materials and dyes, and the colors were bright and rich, and they were fluffy and graceful.

Like the elf in the forest, it is not easy to take his eyes off the gorgeous silhouette as long as he sees it, and the light incense powder swims into his nose, and in this lonely night, he can't help but want to offer the remnants of the troubadour's heard.

It's a star, it's a full moon, it's a ......]

Brytt reached for the belt he had just fastened and loosened the fastener.

The graceful figure walks slowly, and the asymmetrical color design is better than all the tailor's masterpieces, and has an extraordinary beauty......

"What is it?!"

The snap was opened, and he untied the axe from his other waist and threw it with all his might, deeply embedded in the multi-folded head of the thing's crown, and a handful of unreal, indescribable smoke erupted from it, and the smell of dust became unusually strong.

Bright retreated towards the camp, and for a moment he was attracted, the same colorful figure silently appeared in the shadows of the trees beside him, knocking him to the ground.