At midnight, Eber opened his eyes in a daze.

The hot hot water pot is boiling round after round, as if there is no end forever.

But this is normal. There were no alcohol products in the fleet, and the only thing that had been drunk by rough men. The only disinfection method was hot water.

"Ha, it turns out it's not a dream." Eber wiped his cheeks covered with mud and sand, looking at the slightly bleak camp with a dull expression.

The active militia and laborers were busy, with almost no smile on their faces. Instead, the soldiers who survived the disaster were having fun in pain. They laughed loudly and cursed loudly, but they also showed sad expressions when they looked at the bodies of comrades in the carriage.

The soldiers who died in battle had the privilege of waiting. They were waiting for reinforcements from Hyde Port in the carriage, waiting for the slim opportunity to be buried in glory. As long as their bodies were not rotten, no one would disturb them, and cremation was the last choice.

The workers who were unfortunately trampled to death were piled up together, and branches and firewood were covered on them, and it seemed that they were about to be sparked directly.

The closest to the pile of corpses were workers who were seriously injured but not treated. Their life and death depended on whether they could survive until the arrival of reinforcements from Hyde Port.

Eber expressed deep sympathy for them, but only in mercy.

Because Eber is not a doctor, he can't help them, not to mention that the riots are chosen by themselves, and people always have to bear the consequences for their actions.

In sharp contrast to them are the workers who are still working, most of them have not participated in the riots, almost all smart or honest people hiding behind militias to avoid the battlefield between "wild dogs" and soldiers.

After learning about the general situation, Eber shook his head and got up, took a clean wooden mug, and walked to Grey, who was burning fire, and said:

"Grey, give me a cup of hot water."

Grey only felt strange. The others came to pick up water and they all took large utensils, but Eber took a small cup and asked strangely:

"What can such a small cup do?"

"Drink! What else can you do? Do you still have fresh water?" Eber glanced at Grey in confusion.

"Uh, uh, it seems to make some sense." Grey, who was not on the same channel as Eber, took the mug and scooped Eber a cup and said, "You change it with me. I've been burning since the early morning and I'm going to rest."

"When I finish drinking it, how can I get it?" Eber took the mug and blew his breath with a pointed mouth, "Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Grey felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to communicate with Eber, and frowned and muttered:

"How come someone drinks hot hot water? Alas, I've been drinking vegetable soup, vegetable soup, vegetable soup, and vegetable soup. I just want to have a glass of beer now."

"Beer?" For some reason, Eber felt a terrified feeling when he heard this word, as if he was targeted by some extremely terrifying monster.

Eber shivered, rolled his eyes, unconsciously clenched the mug in his hand, and took a while to return to normal, and continued to sip warm hot water.

Just as Eber was about to finish the cup of hot water and take over Grey's work, a voice came from a distance:

"Cat strange-eyed cat, come here."

The first person to be miserable was not Eber, but Grey, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, murmured dumbly:

"This, this, this...how could this happen? Is it so hard to give me a break?"

"Nothing can help, nothing can help." Eber put down his mug and shrugged at Grey helplessly, then walked towards Belialer by the woods.

Belijar squinted his eyes and looked towards the camp, then looked at Eber and asked seriously:

"Cat strange-eyed cat, you'd better give me an explanation, otherwise..."

Eber guessed why he heard the secret words of the two men the night before. It was not what he heard, but what the lonely patient who was a spirit body heard, but it was just heard in his ears.

After thinking for a while, Eber decided to tell Bellier the conversation he heard was unchanged, but the situation about the lonely patient was changed to going to the woods to let water.

"...That's it. I waited until the two of them left before carefully crawling back..." Eber was still very skilled in pretending to be innocent, after all, this face has a natural bonus.

However, Belial, who already had an inherent impression of Eber, did not easily believe Eber. She squinted her eyes and asked:

"Suppose you're saying it's true, then why don't you tell me in advance? It won't be said until the negative sequencer takes action?"

"I have no evidence." Eber's neck shrank and looked at Belial secretly and continued, "I have seen few soldiers guarding the night, and I am extremely scared, so I climbed to your tent... Sir, what I told the truth."

"Are you scared? It's ridiculous! A person who dares to stay on the beach alone would say he is scared? Humph, why don't I believe it?" Belial put his hands on his chest and looked at Eber proudly, with an expression that I had seen through you.

Eber had already prepared his words and immediately decided:

"Sir, I have a good water quality. With the water, I feel safe. Even that monster can't swim me, I..."

Dong!

Beliya suddenly punched Eber in the abdomen with a sharp look. Eber's eyes were shocked and almost called out the lonely patient to fight back little by little, but he forced himself to endure it at the last moment and naturally got the punch.

"Uh uh uh..." Eber knelt on the ground weakly, covering his abdomen with his hands, his eyes widened, and his saliva flowed down.

Belijar half-squatted down, pushed Eber's forehead with his left hand, and looked at Eber's trance-colored pupils and asked sternly:

"Let's go on and say, who are you?"

Eber dared not tell the truth because he himself didn't know who he was. The truth of "I lost my memory" is even more false than a lie, and it will only make the situation worse.

"Cough cough, Eber, Ulucilan's refugee, the gangsters on the street, rely on thieves to make a living, cough cough..." Eber made up his mind to not change his words.

Dong! Dong!

Belijar squinted his eyes, then punched Eber's abdomen twice, and put Eber to the ground.

Belial, after standing up, relaxed his clenched fists and said:

"The first punch is the price for you to lie, and the next two punches are punishments for you not telling me the situation in time.

"When this matter is over, I will definitely let you explain everything clearly, the cat with a strange pupil.

"If someone asks, don't mention the fact that there is an insider in the team."

Beliyal, who has been exposed to power since childhood, knows that when taming people, he needs carrots and sticks, and he also needs to pull and release them.

After Belial left, Eber, who had only one eye, curled up on the ground and smiled bitterly:

"Hahaha, three punches, two reasons, this is really..."
Chapter completed!