After making up his mind to kill these two masterminds, Eber held up his hands and wiped his cheeks and said with a squeak:

"Tonight, don't be caught by me, hum, you have good fruits to eat."

"Boy, keep the water. Don't be dazed." A soldier in charge of taking care of his injured comrades walked over with an empty basin filled with blood bandages and urged Eber.

"Here's here." Eber hurriedly took two steps forward, covered his palm with a rag and uncovered the lid of the pot, and filled water into the empty basin.

Crazy, crazy.

The hot hot water rushed into the empty basin and steamed large pieces of white steam, which also washed away blood-stained bandages, gauze, fabrics... When supplies were scarce, everyone had to reuse these life-saving and bleeding-resisting substances, but necessary disinfection was essential.

Half a day passed by, and Eber was repeating this task all afternoon and half night.

"No, I have to keep some energy and not use up all." Eber took advantage of the new pot of water before it was hot, and immediately walked to Grey, who was pretending to be dead and shouted, "I can't do it anymore, change shifts."

Grey closed his eyes and didn't reply, and kept sleeping soundly, obviously not wanting to work.

Seeing his appearance, Eber was so angry that he picked up a firewood with fire and threatened:

"Grey, there are so many lice on your hair. I'll help you to kill them and kill them. You don't have to be polite to me."

Grey didn't realize what Eber wanted to do at first, but suddenly felt a wave of heat getting closer and closer to him. Grey suddenly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the burning firewood that was getting closer to his hair.

Grey's hairline is already high, but he can't stand the destruction.

"Uh, no need, no need, I'll just wash it myself. Goodbye, goodbye." Grey's face kept twitching, his beard shook, and then he used his four legs like a strange star. He crawled backwards away from Eber, and disappeared in a flash.

Eber sighed speechlessly, threw the firewood back to the fire, and then lay on the ground, and soon made a slight snoring. The lonely patient floated to Garon in the crowd as Eber's substitute, monitoring his every move.

The atmosphere tonight was much better than last night, and many frightened people have calmed down. They need communication between people, steaming food, etc. to soothe their souls.

Everyone sat around the largest bonfire, not a joke, singing and dancing, but there were also cheerful laughter from time to time.

The socialite Galon who can be chatted with everyone is naturally the host of the "Psychological Rehabilitation Treatment Association". He can even talk nonsense with many soldiers with arm around him.

The atmosphere was very lively, but these had nothing to do with the lonely patient. He floated at the outermost point, with his hands folded in his chest and was incompatible with the noisy world. He only looked at Garon with his golden candle-like eyes, looking at the person who had an intersection with Garon.

The white moon is slightly bigger tonight, and the yellow-green moon is hidden behind, revealing only a faint glimmer.

The "banquet" dispersed, and everyone went to bed one after another. Only those who were tortured by pain would occasionally moan unconsciously.

Garon also seemed to have fallen asleep without feeling satisfied. He did not meet someone privately while others fell asleep, because he had met someone in the name of letting water in the middle of the "banquet".

Gallon was very sure that he had not attracted anyone's attention. He was professional in this regard, but the lonely patient was not human.

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The bonfire in the distance came from everyone's laughter and scolding. Gallon, who was releasing the water, asked to the darkness in the forest:

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

The man in the forest lowered his voice and asked in anger:

"What the hell have you done! Those soldiers, those soldiers are my brothers!"

Garon lifted his pants, changed his honest and honest temperament, and responded in a disdainful and indifferent tone:

"You are soft-hearted? You won't understand the principle that one general can achieve success and bleed, right? What's more, the poor worm in the negative sequence was not arranged by us. If you want to blame it, you can't blame it on us."

"Of course I understand, but they are not... not..." The figure in the forest gritted his teeth and repeated unwillingly.

Garon shook his head, and seemed to be enlightened but actually bewitched:

"I know what you are thinking, but the reality is cruel. Although you are only one level away from Lieutenant Berndale, they are nobles. If you can't stand out, you will never have hope.

"The unlucky guy Bodrugen is a viscount, and in order to consolidate his precarious title, he will definitely use his two pearls as props for marriage.

"You are either strong enough to let that snob take the initiative to curry favor with you, or kill him and steal his daughter.

"But no matter which one you choose, you can't do it. You have no money, no power, no power, no background, no family background... For that guy Bodrugan, you are worthless.

"Only we can, can only, are willing to support you to climb up and get high positions, but we won't waste time, energy, resources... understand?"

Gallon walked towards the man in the forest and wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but was shaken away by the other party.

"You don't have to comfort me with pretentious attitude, I will choose myself. Humph!" The man in the forest snorted coldly and disappeared into the woods.

"Don't forget our deal." Gallon wiped his hands indifferently, and then changed to a simple and honest image, "Hmph, a hypocritical idiot."

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The lonely patient hiding in the dark could only see Garon's back because there was not enough distance, and could not see the other person's appearance clearly. However, Eber had guessed the identity of the man in the forest based on their conversation - the only adjutant was one level lower than Lieutenant Belial.

After carefully analyzing their conversation, Eber confirmed that Gallon was one of the two men who spoke secretly that night, and the one with a lower status.

That adjutant is their target of exploitation? What is the deal the adjutant makes with them? Who is the launch of Gallon?

Puzzles emerge one after another, but Eber's decision to kill them will not change easily.

"I have to find a way to pull out Gallon's online, but this guy must be very cunning. He will not contact Gallon at all without any accidents. Besides, the reinforcements from Hyde Port are coming soon, so I have to find a way to let Gallon take the initiative to contact who will online." Eber narrowed his eyes and looked at Liao Liao's fire, and his mind gradually drifted away.

Eber recalled the secret words he heard that night and realized that he had to create an emergency with the "wild dog" level before Gallon could take the initiative to contact and go online.

Coincidentally, Eber happened to have this ability, but before the action, Eber planned to get along with Lieutenant Belialer first.

Reckless action is not advisable.
Chapter completed!