He dragged his wife's hair and walked across a sandy plain. She didn't complain, but she didn't want to talk to him either, because they had been arguing. He walked and walked, constantly finding fruits, coins, and all sorts of things, and he wanted to pick them up, but his hands were covered in her hair, so he couldn't pick them up. Under the scorching sun, Androx returned to his sober reality. He was really tired - it felt like he had broken free from the iron claws of the corpse eater of La Foss. He stretched and yawned loudly.

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Okles looked around and saw that the little penguins were all awake and waiting for him expectantly, so he decided it was time to feed the little penguins again. As it turns out, it takes a lot of work; No wonder everyone buys slaves for it. Seeing such a scene, Athanasius would surely laugh at Androcleus, if he were still alive. Probably started calling him babysitter and asking him if he could see Androx's nipples.

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"Very well," said the white one.

"My stomach feels weird," said the black one.

"Does it hurt?"

"No...... I don't think so. ”

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Okles frowned. "How does your mouth feel?" He asked.

"Okay......" he said, but not very convincing.

Andrew knelt down. "Open the door and let me see." As he spoke, he placed his thumb on the boy's chin.

The goldfish obediently opened its chin as wide as possible; His mouth looks good. But his teeth are sharper than humans. Sharper. No wonder his leg was bleeding for so long. Once the equipment is restored, he may still defeat the white one.

The white-skinned ones also leaned down to look, not knowing what they were looking at. "Sometimes, when people don't eat for a long time, their mouths turn red and their teeth start to fall out," Androxes explained. He's fine though. ”

"But his mouth is red," he replied.

"It's normal red, not blood red. He's fine. Androx said.

"Can you take a look at me?" Caucasian asked, his voice sounding nervous, opening his mouth as wide as he could.

"I think it's good." Anchors said, a little amused. "If your internal organs start to hurt, please let me know. It's okay to eat a little because your stomach may have forgotten how to process food, and it has to remember. But if there are many, please let me know. Got it?" They all nodded.

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Okles got up to get another glass of young wine with honey and added, "If you need to go to the bush, please let me know." Even if it's just to make water. The two nodded again. It might take another day or more, he thought, but no one could say.

While he was feeding them, the white one wanted to try to hold the cup himself, and Anchors told him to try it, wondering if he could do it. However, a few seconds after he put the cup to his mouth, his arm began to tremble, and Andox had to grab the cup in case it spilled. The white one would only recover quickly, but after the events of last night and this morning, Andlos was surprised that he was still able to sit up.

"It's better to take it easy, kid. All the energy you spend on exercising is no longer used to exercise your body. So take it easy," he said, trying to sound harsh on himself.

The kit nodded, and lay down with a thud, "Ahhh The black man grinned. A

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Okles smirked.

"Stay where you are, lie there and don't get hurt. I'm going to look at the shopping cart," he said, standing up. The children glanced at each other to make sure they could see the carriage, then nodded in agreement.

The robbers stole a standard merchant's cart, which could be pulled by an ox or by one or several people, and its original owner was well cared for. Underneath the oiled tarpaulin, piles of goods were neatly stacked, except where Theodoric had rummaged through there.

He searched from behind, and then forward, and found four long strings of linen under the bench; Two dyes of bold yellow and soft weaving, two dyes of bright red and weaving warmth. The yellow one can make a beautiful robe for the three of them, and the red one can make a beautiful cloak. Behind the cloth was a pillow, and he wished he had known sooner.

Neatly stacked jars took up most of the space in the carriage. With the exception of a beautifully decorated water clock, most of the jars are ordinary, unmarked, and still sealed with cloth and wax, making their contents a mystery. Next to it was an open hemp bag, and he grinned greedily when he saw the bag containing a large number of cookies. He grabbed two at once, shoved one into his mouth as far as he could, half exposed, as if rude, and set the other aside. It turns out that running all night and fighting all morning can make one hungry. He didn't want to drink from the gadget, and he was too busy to eat anything else.

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Okles shook the small jars, found the grains in one jar, the nuts in the other, and so on, until he found what he was looking for: fermented wine. He opened the seal and drank a quarter of a jug of water in one gulp. It's a cloudy red wine that just starts to turn sour, but it's wet, and it's wine. He sighed aloud in satisfaction and wiped the drops of water off his beard.

He looked back at the two cubs, both of whom were wriggling and looking at him on their arms. They may be bored just staring at the blue sky. Maybe they were just watching him eat, he thought, smirking faintly. He shouted, "Do you want to know what's in here?"

"Yes, is that okay?" They replied.

There was a bench at the back of the carriage to sit on, so he decided to let them sit on it. He walked over to them and said, "Hold me by the neck." Then they were picked up and taken to the car, their arms resting on his shoulders and their tails bobbing back and forth in front of him.

He carefully placed them on the bench, then grabbed all the pillows and made them lie on their sides, propping them up so they could see without rolling off the car.

Then he went back to take stock and stopped from time to time to explain what he had found. They recognize cabbage and onions, but not garlic and raisins; With the exception of chickpeas, they recognize all legumes and grains. When he finished sorting out the foods, he found everything from vinegar and honey to olive oil and lard. Most incredibly, a jar of real ground black pepper is carefully hidden under a barley bag. It is undoubtedly the most valuable thing in the car. Once he had a full inventory, he realized that he and his children could eat for a few weeks, not including the money he had left over from the sale.

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Okles also found many other useful things, such as needles, threads, twine, and some wooden boxes, which were tools he would never need. Bronze knives for cutting cloth and meat, heads of awls, hammers, axes and pickaxes, and a bag with a pair of scissors tied to the bag containing needles and thread. Almost all of them can be sold without regrets.

Satisfied with all that the dead bandits had to offer, he leaned against the side of the carriage and looked at the skinny, fragile little toolboxes he had picked up. Their faces are still a little pale, but their eyes are lively. The black one breathes much easier than it did in the early morning. He had to admire their incredible luck, assuming they were still alive. They probably won't. But such a big cart is an incredible gift, and even if he is favored by the gods, it is more than he expected, and he does not receive the favor of the gods. But he must accept the fact that these gadgets themselves can happen, in which case he must treat them very carefully.

Actually, no, it doesn't make sense. If these cubs had been blessed by God, they would not have starved, lonely, and froze in the middle of the night. Any god who might be involved would have wanted the bandits to kill both him and the kit.

He realized that the only thing missing from the carriage was silverware. It was either still hidden in sacks or jars and somehow lost by him, or it was lost before the robbers killed the merchant and stole the carriage. God forbid is the former.

Before he could continue looking, a ray of sunlight shone into his eyes from a low angle, and he realized that he had lost track of time. The sun was only two fists wide from the western horizon, which meant that night would fall two hours later at the latest.

He put his hand on his ass and asked, "Kids, how are you feeling?" Do you have a stomachache?"

The black cat said, "I don't feel bad, but can we eat some more?" I think it's been a while. His voice sounded more energetic, but still hoarse and faint.

"I think so, don't I?" I think I'd better feed you and check the bandages. He put the little utensils back by the fire, this time with some pillows, and fed them some mulled wine. After the baby goat was fed, he ate some olives, biscuits, and a few figs from the car, and then drank half a jar of real wine, which was enough to warm him up, even though the air was cold.

After that, he sat there for a while, watching the sun set through the leaves, and when it began to sink to the foot of the mountain, the sky was painted with color, and he wondered where Della was at the moment. His thoughts about her were like an unpleasant emotion in his stomach that never really went away. Is it because he misses her? No matter what he did for her, she never really liked him as much as she should. After a few years, he stopped even trying to win her heart, he felt that it would be nice if she gave him a child. The wives of his friends are proud of their husbands, and Anchors is always jealous of their kindness and warmth. In fact, the only real kindness he gets comes from his friends and comrades-in-arms, all of whom have bad habits of dying.

As night fell, the fresh air grew colder, and he decided it was time to sleep. He prepared the fire for the night, and piled the firewood wide and flat, so that the fire could burn a little slower and heat a little longer. He removes Pansy's travel blanket and lays it out to sleep. He considered sleeping between kits to keep warm, but when he was worried that he might roll over and crush them, he decided not to. He wondered, especially the black cat, if he had enough strength to suffocate him before he was suffocated.

Instead, he placed his own blanket next to them, close enough that if something happened, the white blanket could wake him up. It was quiet at night and the baby goats fell asleep quickly. However, despite his exhaustion, he found himself unable to sleep. Instead, he lay there in deep thought, listening to the steady breathing of the eaglet, lazily hoping that a friendly giant would take care of him. Every once in a while, the wolves would howl somewhere in the mountains. Never close enough to worry him, no fire, but it was disturbing. Looking up at the sky, the hazy mist seemed to get thicker, blurring the brightness and clarity of the stars, which also bothered him. The night sky is worshipped in glory by wise and pious people, but it doesn't feel like the same sky.

Androcles finally realizes that he is making a fool, and that the reason why the sky seems strange is because it is strange in itself; He was far from home. He should be used to it by now. Thinking of this, he was finally able to fall asleep.

He didn't sleep well that night. He went in and out, dreaming of something restless, angry wandering through the woods. The howl of a wolf in the distance woke him up from time to time, but not for long. It's enough to see that the fire is still burning.

Towards morning, in the hazy haze, he seemed to see a great god deep underground, Ther. But he was far away, not as close as last time. Anchors walked on an unfamiliar dirt road, but the road was bumpy, like the outline of a woman's body. With every step he took, she rolled in anger. Then she reached out and patted him, and he could feel the weight of her hand on his chest......

Then he woke up. Morning came. No matter what time it is, it's too early. The man in white leaned down and shook him awake, placing one hand on Androx's chest. "Tell the Sun Lord of Tulos to advance the dawn by a few hours. I'm still tired. Andex growled.

The little boy said in a voice that was both whispering and fearful, "Here comes the wolf!"