As a short-lived species with high adaptability, humans are far more tolerant of environmental changes than long-lived species that are so stubborn that they refuse to leave their birthplace for the rest of their lives. Elven Juggernauts, Magisters, and Forest Archers take at least half a human century to cultivate, and dwarves are not considered warriors until their beards reach their necks.

It only takes 3 months for a human recruit to make the transition from a farmer or a city guy to a soldier.

Of course, if judged by a harsh eye, the quality of human soldiers is far inferior to that of other hidden races, but this strong and rapid adaptability is indeed a major reason why human footsteps are everywhere today.

From winter to summer, the successive events of several months caused the samurai of the Qingtian family to change almost nirvana. From the young samurai who initially showed off his might and thought he was invincible in the world, to the young warrior who accepted setbacks step by step but got back on his feet, becoming introverted, profound, but straightforward.

Or perhaps it was so, after nearly an hour of bloody fighting in the cave, they returned scarred and panting.

Only then did he become like a few people from Rigal, and he began to feel the beauty of simplicity.

The cold moonlight fell on everyone from different backgrounds equally, and the hot summer day began to converge in the mountains after nightfall, and the wind blew down one by one, because it was basically sweating profusely, and the night breeze felt exceptionally cool.

"I really want to take a shower. Mira grabbed her collar and sniffed, muttering quietly. Her clothes were all glued together, and the smell of an hour of candles and torches, combined with the stench of the cavern and the blood stains splattered by the battle, made the smell even more irritating. It's just that I'm currently on the road, and even a simple shower is a luxury, so I can only use a lot of mint paste to cover up the smell as much as possible, and then change into clean clothes when I return to the camp.

On the way down the mountain, Ah Hui and the old pharmacist woke up one after another, and although the old pharmacist who fell down woke up later, his mental state recovered faster, but Ah Hui woke up and shouted a few words and shouted "Young Master Torotaro" and fainted again.

The scrambled boy put her down, as if he was afraid that she would die like this, and kept shaking until he was stopped by Mira scolding "Do you want to kill her".

The exhausted group descended the hill slowly, and when they finally got back below, several of Torotaro's fellow Chinese people immediately ran over from the fire and asked for warmth.

Whether this is genuine concern or hypocrisy is unknown, these people do choose to retreat in the face of danger, but lack of courage and indifference are not absolutely the same - the cold-eyed Luoan girl thought, her eyes on the farther away to camp alone in the mighty Long Nosuke.

It is understandable that a young man with little combat ability and experience is cowardly, and after hearing the introduction of the former prefectural magistrate, she also understands that the delicate relationship between Ryunosuke and his party and Torotaro and various other problems lead to their reluctance to help. To a certain extent, it is understandable, after all, everyone is just meeting each other. But considering the battle inside the cave, if Ryunosuke and his party had agreed to help, they would not have had to fight so reluctantly with their troops.

Even if you push it faster, maybe the other two can be saved.

She shook her head, telling herself that this assumption was meaningless, that Ryunosuke and his party did not owe it to her, it was just the dissatisfaction caused by the exhaustion and injury after the battle to divert resentment, and to control her emotions.

Just thinking this, Miss Luo An felt her hair being rubbed again.

"A little oily, after finding a hotel to wash. The sage shrugged his shoulders with a flat expression, while the white-haired girl, who was out of breath, glared at him and stomped her foot hard.

"Bad sir. She pronounced the sentence in Avenella, and the people next to her only knew that her tone was a little puffy but did not understand the meaning.

After returning to the camp, the group sat down as if they had collapsed to the ground, and the missionaries who stayed here set up the camp with Sakura and the other samurai who stayed behind, and after discussing it, Torotaro, who had lost his luggage, also borrowed one of the tents to bring Ahui inside.

Because Torotaro refused to allow other men to come in to help take care of him, and Miss Luo'an, Lulu, and Miss Doctor were all tired, Sakura, who stayed in place and preserved her strength, took on this responsibility.

As an Oiran in the past, it is not uncommon for other people under her to be injured by unreasonable guests, so Sakura has also mastered some skills in caring for people and even basic healing.

Among the exhausted samurai, Narumi and Yajiro were relatively seriously injured, and it was not reliable to deal with it urgently before, but now they are relaxed and begin to feel pain. As they returned, the old pharmacist re-examined the wounded, and although Henry had taken the disinfectant he had brought with him to fight, the old pharmacist had plenty of backups in the medicine cabinet he had left in place.

The old man who was saved his life claimed to be named Jian, and the young master quickly became familiar with him and called him "Jian Ye" with the shouting of the ashigaru, a nobleman called him so flattered that the old pharmacist from a commoner background was flattered, and then Henry and his party wanted to pay him for the potion The money was also rejected by him in every way.

"It's just a little homemade potion, how can it compare to the grace of saving lives. "Although the net worth is poor, the integrity is still there, and the healing skills are indeed very outstanding, after dealing with it, Yajiro and Narumi and others discussed it a little, and then asked Jian Ye to work in the Qingtian family and go on the road with them to become an accompanying pharmacist.

"If the young master doesn't dislike this old body and bones. "It was rare for a commoner to be able to get a position in a noble family, and although he was a little older and Yajiro told him that the distance was long, he was hesitant at first, but finally accepted the job offer.

With an additional professional pharmacist accompanying the team, the logistics of the team in all aspects are more guaranteed. Although Henry is a sage and has some knowledge of herbs and healing, he has a specialization in the arts, and some herbs are unique to the Crescent Continent, and the sage has been in Rigal for a long time after all, and can only use some practices that can be found in both places.

Despite this, his level of knowledge allowed him to still make up for the lack of knowledge in some aspects, so the two struck up a conversation, and after a while, they left the others to chat happily.

The bored Roan girl wanted to rest but couldn't sleep because of the slimy discomfort and muscle soreness, she glanced around, Yajiro and Narumi and the others were checking the equipment, Galeva and Miss Doctor were recording various things and communicating with each other, Lulu ran to the camp to rummage through food, and Sakura was taking care of Ahui. The only free missionary party was silent in her tent, and she also felt that the priests were bored and had nothing to talk about, and at last the smell of the campfire attracted the attention of the Luoan maiden, and she felt thirsty and hungry after a hard fight, and those who had been prepared to stay in the camp were prepared early.

"It's a mixed porridge, and I've been boiling it for a long time. So said the ashigaru, who was in charge of cooking. The aroma and rich mist immediately drifted away as soon as the pot was opened, and the yellow rice that had been boiled for a long time became soft and easy to eat, and added to it was some dried river fresh food that I had purchased earlier. Carefully selected fish with spines removed and shrimp with shells and heads removed are soaked in rehydration before being put into a boil.

The umami of the seafood seeped into it, and the chopped unknown local wild vegetables were added in small quantities - the ashigaru showed their consistent craftsmanship, which was very much in line with the standards of Japanese cuisine, and Mira could eat it, but at this moment she frowned slightly.

"What's wrong with Miss, don't you like it?" Because she was a distinguished guest in the house, the two of Ashigaru also used honorific titles for her, but Miss Luoan shook her head: "I just think I don't want to eat it now." ”

The light and umami food is admittedly simple and healthy, but after the battle, the very tired body exclaims, "This is too light!". She was a little hesitant, and when she saw this, the two of them looked at each other, but there was nothing they could do for the time being.

At this time, Lulu, who had no patience to wait for the porridge to be cooked, ran to the camp tent to find dry food, and suddenly ran out screaming: "Water, where is the water." She stuck out her tongue and kept fanning it with her little hands, and immediately after the girl handed her fresh water, she threw her head back and gulped it down.

"What's going on. When Lulu finished breathing, Mira asked, and the girl of the Yi tribe said with her tongue wide open: "I ate the long red fruit with sharp points, and it seems that it is very sweet." ”

"It's like fire. She added.

"Ah, it was exchanged from Ryunosuke-sama, and I heard that it was traded by a merchant of Wax Mo, so I wonder if Miss and Mr. will want to taste the hometown cuisine more. The ashigaru replied, and when they went to fetch it, Mira's eyes lit up at the sight.

"It's chili!"

"Ka, Kapusikun?" the Lamanite pronunciation made the two ashigari dizzy, and Rao was Mira's hand dance, and she still couldn't explain it to them in the half-baked Japanese language.

"It's a seasoning with a very spicy taste, similar to the ginger of Crescent Island. At this time, Henry, who had finished talking to the old medicine man, came over and rubbed Mira's head again, and explained it this way.

"Ginger, so it warms people's bodies?" "But now in summer, isn't that a little inappropriate." The two ashigaru exchanged like this, and the sage glanced at the river shrimp in the pot, and then at the rest of the soaked water next to him, and touched his chin.

"Do you have seasonings like onion and garlic? He asked, and the ashigaru hesitated slightly: "Did you mean meat dishes, yes, but adults don't like to eat them because of the strong smell." ”

And the diet of the people is generally light, unlike Rigal, which likes to use relatively pungent flavors. In all fairness, it is also relatively good for people's bodies, but after such a hard battle as now, it may be more attractive to smell heavier.

"I'll come, learn if you're interested. Because of the Rigal approach, and seeing that the ashigaru were not very good at it, Henry stepped forward.

"It's been a long time since I've had a teacher cook. The elated Roan girl ran back to the tent to rummage through the sake, while Henry picked up the cleaned prawns, then took the dried garlic from the ashigaru, and began to process it with his hands and feet.

Although the samurai were not very fond of eating garlic, a meat dish with a strong smell, the bottom people still often stocked up, and dried garlic was relatively shelf-stable and had a certain health value, so the ashigaru also carried some in small amounts.

Henry, who had taken out the pan, scooped a spoonful of lard from the clay pot with a wooden spoon and poured it on, and despite the hot weather, the lard was still lumpy, and spread it with a spoon to melt under the effect of the bonfire, while the sage chopped the peeled garlic with the kitchen knife that the ashigaru people used.

Later, when the oil was melted, it was added to it, and the aroma immediately filled the camp after a few stir-fries, attracting onlookers, including samurai who didn't like to eat this kind of flavor.

"I never thought that my husband would be so good at cooking. Narumi was a little impressed, although the place of admiration was very strange.

"You may not be used to eating, so I won't add too much. The sage said this, and gave the pepper a little more processing.

After the garlic oil is stir-fried, the rehydrated river prawns are added with the chili peppers chopped into small pieces, and then they are stir-fried and soaked in oil to absorb the soup, and then he turns off the burning wood and leaves only the smoldering charcoal fire to slowly grill it.

"It smells so good. Lulu, who had drunk a stomach full of water, sniffed her nose.

"It's really appetizing. Even the samurai, who don't like heavy bites, are interested.

"It's a dish in the country you call Lamo, although it uses more shrimp there. As Henry explained, the missionaries ran out of their tents, apparently intending to eat.

"There are more monks and less porridge. There were a lot of people but there were only a few of them, Narumi sighed, and Henry shrugged.

"Let's eat it with porridge. "That's right!" "You can't waste your hard work." ”

"And wine. The expectant Luoan girl raised the sake in her hand and shouted, and the sage glanced back at her: "You......"

The combination of hot but light porridge and spicy river prawns, which are rich in flavor as a side dish, is further enhanced by the heat, and most of the samurai are angry and drink water or sake while eating.

The flavor of the porridge was better served by the strong side dishes, and the way of eating the porridge with a bite of side dishes diluted the flavor and became acceptable not only to the samurai but also to the missionaries who did not like Japanese food.

"What a taste. After Ah Hui stabilized, Sakura also came out and immediately joined the ranks of opening a small stove.

Joshua, Torotaro and others, who ran back to report to Ryunosuke and were attracted by the taste, as well as the new old medicine man, finally everything was eaten cleanly, and the group was lazily lying a little farther away from the campfire, blowing the night breeze and feeling the moonlight falling leisurely.

Life is more comfortable, perhaps than this.