Field, somewhat strangely, followed him out, and did not ask until he returned to the room, "Why did you do this, you should take that sword away even if you don't kill him?" "I'm useless, just take it if you like." Arthur was already lying in bed and closed his eyes, "But if you want to recruit him, it's better to wait until tomorrow." ”

"How do you see that" Field was a little curious, this journey was actually very beyond his imagination, sixteen years old is an ignorant teenager even to humans, let alone a creature like a half-elf. And the child in front of him often makes him feel unexpectedly mature along the way, not the so-called "young and old". It's a maturity that has really experienced a lot and felt a lot. It was difficult for him to treat him like a child, even though he looked like he was only ten years old at most.

"Do you still need to see this? Grandpa Aven is the patriarch of Bloodthorn, this kind of person is the talent that Bloodthorn needs! At least in concept, it is to support his revenge. Perseverance, cautious style, and that sword gives him the potential that is rare for ordinary people, all that is lacking is training, not to mention, in fact, I agree with him, people always have to pay for what they do, whether you can imagine these costs or not. Arthur said softly with his eyes closed.

Field didn't know what to say for a moment, but Arthur had already continued

"Field, we're friends!"

"Well, it should be counted!"

"Then please don't tell anyone about the road, especially my father. ”

"I can't deceive your father. ”

"I didn't let you deceive him, he wouldn't ask me at all, and we've only been together for such a short time, it's not a deception if he doesn't ask you, how about it, can you promise me?"

"Actually, from what I know of the president, he will appreciate your behavior. ”

"His praise will only lead to more jealousy and hatred, and it will make my situation worse, so please. ”

"Alright then! I promise I won't mention you to the president. ”

"Thank you, I will repay you"

"If you are a friend, then forget it!"

"Okay!"

The conversation made them both very satisfied, Arthur got Field's promise, although only a little something, but there is always a special affection in human nature for the people he has helped and given. It can be expected that in the Bloodthorn Camp that he will be able to reach, he will be able to get more help from Field, who is familiar with the inside story, although not too much, but it is precious.

Field, on the other hand, had a friendship with Arthur without any risk, and he felt that the future of this young man also wanted to leave a way back for him who had no background in Bloodthorn Camp.

Nothing was said all night.

Then the journey became more brisk, Field and Arthur both deliberately got closer to each other, and they were both satisfied with each other's character abilities, Field was a rare genius among the bloodthorns, but the Arthur he met was not inferior to him. Making friends is actually the same as falling in love, they are all about the right person, if they are too different from each other, then this kind of friendship relationship will lose the basis for existence. And the people who can make friends with all kinds of people seem to have friends all over the world, but there are only a few people who recognize it in their hearts.

As they headed north, the climate grew colder, and Arthur wore a thick leather jacket. Even high in the sky, Arthur could clearly see the change in vegetation, and countless tall and majestic mountains appeared on the horizon and were left behind. Looking at the countless grasslands, forests, and rivers, Arthur felt the vastness of this world for the first time.

Nothing happened along the way, except for being chased by a thunderhawk on his way into the Benguela Mountains, but he quickly gave up due to Field's superb flying skills.

"I'm about to go to Thorn Mountain, how does it feel, isn't it very happy. Field handed Arthur a loaf of bread.

"One thing, let's go as soon as I finish eating, I feel that this forest is not safe"

"There are monsters here, some very troublesome varieties, I don't even dare to make fire!"

"By the way, don't look like you know me well when you get to the camp. ”

"Of course, who knows you very well with a child with a strange personality!"

"Hehe, whatever you want. ”

Arthur looked at the mountains in the distance and said secretly. "Anyway, Bloodthorn, I'm coming. ”

Field deliberately circled twice over Bloodthorn, giving Arthur a glimpse of the size and majesty of the camp. It was as if the mountain had been flattened to form a flat land, and the various buildings were arranged in an orderly manner, not like a camp, but like a small city. The oversized tree in the middle was the core of the vast organization of Bloodthorn. On such a high mountain, only magic can create such miracles, and it seems that the founder of Bloodthorn knew very well what kind of organization it was, so he deliberately placed its headquarters in such a position.

The wind was howling, and the lark hovered and landed in an open space surrounded by many guards, and the guards quickly stepped forward to conduct the necessary checks, and several of them were obviously familiar with Field, greeting him with a smile while checking, and some people looked at Arthur curiously, but did not ask for his identity.

"Let's rest for a while, and then we'll go see your father, and I'll be able to do that." Field told Arthur that his attitude had reverted to the estranged enthusiasm he had when they first met.

"Well, yes, Brother Field. Arthur looked like he had never seen the world, and was looking left and right at the appearance of this camp, but in fact, in this world, he really had never seen the world. The first thing he felt at the moment was that Bloodthorn was a military base, and the kind of terrorists, but there were indeed similarities when he thought about it, and his father, who was going to meet, was Ben Laden. Arthur was secretly amused by this association.

When they came out of the "airport", there were people greeting Field along the way, and when they entered a small building, after a simple wash, they were taken to the largest tree, which had been completely hollowed out and divided into various areas, and there were many people busy in it, and a large number of documents and people buried in work gave Arthur the illusion of returning to his time at work, and it was very atmospheric in the office area of the company. Arthur quickly went up to the fifth floor, and waited in a small room for his father, who was going to meet like a company boss, and a beautiful young lady brought him a glass of juice to wait a while. Arthur muttered to himself: Even the secretary has it.

When Arthur began to drink the third glass of juice, the young lady came over and let Arthur and Field in.

The large desk itself was part of the tree, and a man who looked to be only thirty years old was sitting behind the desk, frowning at a file, with a majestic face, broad shoulders, and hair neatly groomed. Neither like a terrorist boss nor a company boss, but like a general. When he stood up and greeted Field with a smile, Arthur noticed his sheer stature.