Ladiakz province, seawall promenade.

The red sunset sank into the sea, a round of white, and a round of yellow and green moons rose quickly and slowly, sprinkling a quiet rain, illuminating the lazy sea.

Eber quickly scrubbed his body and clothes with the light of the two-month light and the bonfire on the shore. He didn't care about any sea water not suitable for bathing. Removing stench and filth is the most important thing.

Swish, swish, swish.

"It's so uncomfortable, why is this horse not hygienic?" Eber was almost rubbing the delicate and tender skin into the ripe prawns. He smelled it over and over again, and then he reluctantly returned to the shore after confirming that there was no smell. "Well, it's almost done."

This logistics supply convoy is composed of professional soldiers of the Holy Kingdom, local militias, legally recruited laborers, and forced refugees. They are not delicate flowers and will not cover their noses and escape when they smell the odor.

But their odor resistance is also limited. After all, no one is willing to deal with shit, piss and farts unless life forces it.

"Go and go, go there." These people, regardless of whether Eber's odor still had any smell on their bodies, kept driving Eber, for fear that Eber would affect their appetite.

Eber shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and could only wait until they finished eating before cleaning up the leftovers. It was extremely unwise to have conflicts with them and was contrary to Eber's "mission".

"Eber, here, I'll leave you a bowl." Just as Eber approached the bonfire at the farthest and used the branches to support his wrung-out top to burn the fire, a sound of nature sounded behind Eber.

Eber turned around and saw Garon bringing him a bowl of slightly cool vegetable soup.

Although the bowl of vegetable soup is no longer hot, and there are only two stewed potatoes and a few pieces of vegetable leaves, Eber still took the bowl with gratitude and thanked:

"Thank you, Uncle Gallon."

"What uncle, I'm not yet thirty-five yet! It's early, it's early, it's early." The talkative Gallon sat on the stone beside the campfire, raised his hand to cover his mouth and asked quietly, "Eber, what did the female officer say?"

Eber replied indifferently while looking at the wet clothes on the tree branches:

"It's nothing, it's still the same thing, 'The good days in the future are long.'

"It's all scary, it's okay."

Gallon frowned and shook his head, and advised with the expression of the person who had experienced it:

"Eber, don't take it seriously. The more you do this, the more abnormal it is. Haha, if she punishes you directly, it would be fine. It would be a temporary pain, and it would be over. But now...ah, be careful and be careful."

After talking, Garon patted Eber on the shoulder, then stood up and left.

Eber just stared at the burning Liaoliao flames, ignored Garon's advice, and muttered in his heart:

"Good people are not good, bad people are not bad. Oh, it's really troublesome. What should I do next?"

While thinking about what he should do next, Eber took the branches and fiddled with firewood. It was not until most people fell asleep that Eber took further action.

"Well, it's almost done." Eber touched the clothes on the branch, and after confirming that it was dry, he put it on his body, then looked at the night watchman on duty and took off his pants and hung it on the branch.

The eyes were facing each other and they looked at each other speechlessly.

The sergeant who was watching the night watch had to see nothing, and turned his head to look at the darkness in the forest. In contrast to the "quietness" of the sergeant, Eber kept twisting his bare butt restlessly, and muttering:

"Hiss, this stone is so cool."

Gradually, the cold stone was heated up by Eber's hot butt, no longer getting cold, and there was a hint of warmth. Eber also closed his eyes in a daze, but there was a stinging whisper in his ears.

"As planned, you shouldn't have met me now, and you haven't reached this point yet."

“There was an accident.”

"Hmph, what accident?"

"There is something following us in the woods."

"What's the meaning?"

"I sensed a fierce look in the woods, which was the feeling of a predator... As soon as I looked in that direction, it disappeared. It should be a monster, but it might also be a 'wild dog'."

"Well, don't worry about it for now, put the overall situation first. If it causes trouble, it will be pushed to the girl from the Berndale family. Go down."

"yes."

After the whispers in my ears ended, Eber woke up with a trembling trembling, looking back and forth with a few surprises, and then suddenly realized something:

"Who? Who was talking just now? There was no one around me! Could it be a dream? But how could it be so clear?

"Huh? Why did my pants get taken off? There are no signs of burning. It's really a hell!"

The branches that were originally holding their pants had fallen down, and the first half was lying in the fire. The pants that were supposed to fall into the fire together were magically carried on Eber's knees.

Eber, who couldn't figure it out, frowned, but it wasn't a big deal to keep staring at his pants. Eber sighed secretly, then put on his pants and tied a bow.

After touching the broken shoes that had not been dried, Eber lay down on the fire, rubbing his right foot on his left foot, scratching his itch and starting his own reasoning:

"If it's a dream, this would be too real. It's impossible for me to take off these pants when I was sleepwalking, right? Well, yes, it shouldn't be possible.

"Assuming that all this is true, then one of the people in the conversation must have been to the woods. The 'harsh man' and those soldiers are very suspicious. No, no, many people have entered the woods when picking up firewood, which is impossible to confirm at all.

"Who will regular soldiers, ordinary militia, laborers, forced refugees... be? What do monsters and wild dogs refer to? What are the plans they are talking about?"

Ruddy.

Not long after, Eber couldn't resist the sleepiness and closed his eyelids again, and then a nigger hand that was invisible to the naked eye crawled from the darkness more than ten meters away.

The ghost hand is as dark as ink, and the surface has a layered texture like dead leaves. If you want to use something closest to it to be a metaphor, it should be the wooden diaphragm in the walnut - distracted wood.

Unlike the tan distraction wood, this ghost hand is mainly black, and the surface occasionally has a pale marble sculpture. But no one in the camp can see this ghost hand, and naturally no one will see that the ghost hand has an ear on the back of the hand.

The ears on the back of the ghost hand melted little by little and returned to the inside of the ghost hand. At the same time, the ghost hand slowly climbed onto Eber's body and leaned towards Eber's right hand.

When the ghost hand reached the target position, it "sinked" into Eber's right hand, tightly fitting, without any dissonance, as if the two were originally one.

The firewood in the bonfire is gradually exhausted, and the two months have crossed the sky, and a new day is coming.
Chapter completed!