Why did Arthur and 'The Last of Blood' play a double reed.

Because of the audience, of course!

The stalkers who had been driven away by the snake withdrew, but there was still 'something' left.

With the help of Fokin's eyes, Arthur could see clearly.

So, Arthur decided to reveal more information out-

Not only does he and the 'Last Descendant of Blood' just have a cooperative relationship that needs to be known by more people, but also the fact that he is 'seriously injured' also needs to be known by more people.

The former is for peace of mind.

These include, but are not limited to, Malinda.

Of course, this lady's priority is at the top.

After all, the other party brought him the most benefits.

And the latter?

In a way, it's more important than the former.

Arthur is clear about his own strength.

In very special circumstances, he is fearless, but under normal circumstances, he is like a papier-mâché giant, which can be broken at the slightest poke.

And there are very few cases that can be called special.

For the most part, it's still normal.

Therefore, he needs to create some more favorable fighting conditions for himself.

Anyone who has a serious injury that has not recovered will be taken lightly.

And that gave him a chance.

Of course, the more important thing is its own strength.

'Soon, soon.

Tonight is the Full Moon! ’

With a thought to himself, Arthur put Pendragon back in his cage, took a shovel out of the carriage and began to bury the corpse, which the 'Last of Blood' had already touched for him.

With continuous use, Arthur became more and more familiar with the power of the 'Last Descendant of Blood'.

The control of power has also begun to become finer.

At the very least, when covering enemies with the power of frost, it is possible to 'feel' the arms of the corpse and see if there are any valuable items on it.

It's like Sinkje being buried.

There are no real arcane items on his body, but there are two scrolls, but they have also been damaged under the cover of the power of frost.

As an old lion in the inner bay, the consultant is so poor, and he must be the least valued in the advisory group.

It is precisely because of this that they come to Nanlos to try their luck, hoping to make a major discovery and thus win the favor of the old lion. ’

It's like the 'staff' of the Count of South Los.

The Grand Duke of Neiwan has a similar existence and is known as the 'Advisory Group'.

In the same way, such a 'group of advisors' also has ranks, 'ordinary advisors', 'silver-maned advisors' and 'gold-maned advisors' are the three levels that are well known to the outside world, corresponding to the 'sixteenth staff', 'sixty-six staff' and 'staff' of the Count of Nanlos.

Of course, these are all external claims.

It belongs to the outside world to be well known.

Arthur speculated that in addition to these, there must be something unknown to the outside world.

However, those are not what he can touch now.

He just wants it to get dark as soon as possible.

He was looking forward to the changes that the ritual [Cat Tachibana] would bring to him.

'Hopefully it won't be too bad!' ’

In the face of such a critical moment, even Arthur is a little nervous, and the best way to eliminate the tension is - eating, or petting the cat.

It just so happens that Arthur has both of these conditions.

After laying the body of the Inner Bay advisor to the ground and confirming that the 'eye' was gone, Arthur set up the iron pot and began to cook the 'dry food', a food similar to Arthur's perception of the military ration biscuit.

All you need to do is boil water, put it in it, and boil it repeatedly to form a 'porridge'-like food.

Of course, don't expect it to taste great.

But it's enough to fill your stomach.

At the beginning of the Seven Years' War, it was widely praised by recruits, but at the end of the 'Seven Years' War, it was disliked by the vast majority of veterans.

The people who give it praise and dislike it are the same people.

However, there are also some alternatives that I always love.

For example: Maltz.

This dry food was given by Maltz, and it was a bag full of cloth.

In the words of the old sheriff, it's 'a normal individual soldier, a month's ration, on the road, it will make you feel at ease'.

Arthur agreed.

He knows that when a person is really hungry, he is not human.

All ethics and morals will be left behind.

All that's left is ......

Eat!

What is eaten?

Unimportant.

As long as it's food.

Arthur stirred the spoon, and the porridge in the iron pot was bland and tasteless, and he began to add sugar to it—anything that became sweet would be delicious.

Simon also agrees with this.

The probationary constable, who had hit the two hares, shook his nose as soon as he returned.

"It smells so good!"

The sweet smell made the midshipman energetic to go to the stream to peel and gut the rabbit in early autumn - the rabbit in early autumn had become fat, especially in the hind legs, and the fine fat turned into liquid fat under the scorching of the flame, which flowed all over the body with the rotation of the iron chisel.

When a large amount of pepper, salt and cumin is sprinkled on it, the aroma of the grease is instantly stimulated, and the person who smells it swallows involuntarily.

"Advisor."

The probationary constable handed Arthur the fatter leg and chose the other one for himself.

And the foreleg meat that has never touched the spice is Pendragon's.

The two of them had a happy lunch.

In the afternoon, Arthur spread out the soft sheepskin blanket, lay down on it, and fell asleep with Pendragon in his arms.

Last night was Arthur's vigil, and it was natural to make up for sleep at this time.

Simon didn't complain and began to pack up his surroundings lightly and pick up more firewood.

By the time the probationary constable picked up the firewood for the fourth time, it was already getting dark.

By the time the flames in the fire pit were raised by the addition of firewood, the sun had completely set.

As night fell, Arthur let go of the struggling Pendragon and let the kitten look at him with disgust, and then began to lick his fur.

Arthur waited patiently until Pendragon finished licking his hair, and the young 'medium', who had been waiting for a long time, deliberately used his watery hands to stroking Pendragon from head to toe.

The kitten's turquoise eyes stared at Arthur with disbelief in her eyes.

The mouth is even more meowy, full of dissatisfaction.

But in the end, I can only lick my hair again helplessly.

"Advisor, you and Pan have such a good relationship!"

Simon, who had already prepared dinner, had envy on his face.

"Trust me, having a cat makes you happy!

You can also get one! ”

Arthur gives probationary constable advice.

Immediately, the probationary constable scratched his head.

He wanted to too.

But he who lives in the police quarters does not have such conditions.

'When I become a regular and have a real single dormitory, I'll have a cat too!' ’

The probationary constable thought to himself.

Needless to say, Arthur got up and walked to the fire pit on the grounds that 'you need to drive tomorrow', refusing the midshipman's request for a vigil and waiting for him to fall into a deep sleep.

He put six Pendragon whiskers, a piece of fresh catnip, a piece of wood knotweed, 50 grams of salt, and 100 grams of dried fish into a washed cast-iron pot according to the "Cat's Orange" ceremony.

When the six whiskers were completely integrated into the salt, Arthur vigorously mashed the remaining material.

Then, he took out the golden acorn and carefully placed it in the pot.

After doing all this, the young 'medium' took a slight breath and waited for the change.

Ten seconds later—

Meow~

The crisp and delicate cat meow made Arthur's face happy.

(End of chapter)