At dawn, the experienced team leader Wood, who was already very capable, woke up on time, wiped his slightly haggard face with both hands and shouted loudly:

"Get up! Lazy ass. Make things happen, cook, and go on the road after eating. Hurry up. Don't be too slow."

The sound of moans and the clanging sound of pots and pans hitting one after another, and everyone started to move, and no one dared to rely on them.

The workers who squeezed together to report to the group to keep warm were the first to get up and start their first day's work;

The soldiers of the Sleeping Grass Shop got up the latest, but moved the fastest. They wiped their rough cheeks and picked up their weapons and were done;

Several officers led by Belial came out of the tent leisurely, and even had fresh water for them to wash.

Eber, who had the opportunity to enjoy the furthest bonfire because of horse manure, also turned over and got up, facing the rising sun, pulled his stiff spine and numb limbs, and muttered:

"It's not cold to lie next to the fire, but hiss... hiss, ah, oh, ha, it's so sour."

Click, click.

Lieutenant Belial shouted from a distance while Ebert was moving his muscles:

"Cat Yipeng, pack my tent into the carriage."

Eber continued to look introverted, put on his toes with his toes, and trotted to the tent to start dismantling and cleaning up.

This expression of diligence was learned from Gallon, not to make others believe in how hard you are, but to create more opportunities for yourself.

The strange thing that happened last night made Eber feel a sense of crisis and always felt that he should do something. But Eber would not be so stupid that he took the initiative to mention this matter to the female captain. What Eber lacked is part of his memory, not the ability to think rationally.

If you inform Lieutenant Belial, don't talk about how to deal with this matter. How to prove that he did not lie is a big problem, because Eber himself doesn't know how he heard it, let alone convince others.

After quitting the idea of ​​helping others, Eber looked at the simple tent seriously.

Although Eber has no understanding of the structure of the tent, the tent takes a minimalist route. After a little exploration, I can roughly understand how to disassemble it.

"Don't think too much, do what you are doing first." Eber set a direction for himself in his heart, not wanting to be distracted anymore, but accidents always come unexpectedly.

With a puff, a broken fragment of the knife tip fell on the soft sand.

Eber's body froze instantly, and he resisted the urge to look around in sneakily. After a moment of psychological struggle, Eber continued to work in his hand and rolled the tent into a bow with a tie rope, and walked towards the cart as if nothing had happened.

In the distance, Belial ate the delicate bread and oats, glanced at Eber secretly, and sneered in his heart:

"Ordinary farmers do not have the virtue of "get the money away" and do not have enough rationality to make the right choice. Hiding the broken blade is dangerous but it is a normal reaction. It is abnormal if you don't touch it.

"As for not seeing it, huh, I don't believe it.

"Straight-eyed cat, I'm becoming more and more interested in you."

Belijar thought she had seen through Eber's little thoughts, but she only thought of the second floor and took it for granted that Eber was on the first floor. In fact, Eber was on the fifth floor.

——The fragments of this dagger are too small, and the edges are either sharp tips, blades, or serrated fractured sections. There are no easy points to focus, and they are not convenient to hide, and they are likely to scratch the user.

Eber has a better choice.

Eber held the tent and walked to the side of the depot and started queuing. Within a minute, it was Eber's turn. Eber diligently helped the militia standing in the car push the tent up, and kindly helped him sort it out:

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

"Then please help me sort this out, I'll sort this out." The militia didn't think much about it. It was always good for someone to help share the work.

The two of them took little time to work together, and the things on the cart were sorted out neatly. Eber helped the militia and patted Eber on the shoulder with a smile, but he didn't know that he had paid - a rusty iron nail.

Eber, who secretly walked away with a rusty nail, carefully inserted it on the tether on his pants, and adjusted his posture while letting the water to ensure that the nail would not fall and accidentally hurt.

"Perfect, go for breakfast. No, it's a soup." Eber's cheerful mood fell back. He was the last batch of people on the table, and he was destined to have to drink soup.

Facing this pot of soup that was so thin that it was no different from water, Eber wiped it out with a plain expression, making it the energy needed by the body.

"The most important thing is to replenish energy. How much does it count." After Eber finished drinking, he quickly washed the big pot, used wastewater to remove the charcoal fire, and then placed the big pot in another cart, and finally silently climbed onto the carriage he should be riding in.

The convoy set off and continued to head towards Hyde Port in the northeast along the Seawall Road.

"Lt. Lieutenant, we will be able to reach Hyde Port in two and a half days." Leader Wood lowered his horse speed, and said alongside Lieutenant Bellier, "The weather has been good these days, and there is no heavy rain. Praise the sun."

Belijar responded devoutly:

“Praise the sun.”

After the simple prayer, Belial asked again:

"Captain Wood, thank you for your hard work along the way. It's going to rain when you return?"

"It's nothing, it's just raining. After the mission is completed, we'll just go slowly. The mission is preferred. And I have to thank the lieutenant for joining the team and escorting us all the way." Although Belial was very polite, the lieutenant's rank was there. Team leader Wood did not dare to be arrogant at all. He was just a militia with some experience and an escort.

Belijar did not underestimate Wood for this. People who are familiar with the entire seawall road running through the Principality of Ulusiran and the province of Ladiakz are definitely rare strategic talents.

"This is what I should do, and I am going to go to Mongler to serve. How can I turn a blind eye to you? This is not something that the devout believers of the Sun." Belial said all the words, but it did not annoy people, because she was well-controlled in her tone and expression.

"Thank you for your help." Team leader Wood didn't talk anymore and drove his horse to speed back to the front of the team.

This team cannot be separated from this pretty young map of living.

The convoy continued to move forward, and Eber in the middle and rear section could not hear clearly what was being said before, and even if he heard it, he didn't care, because he was secretly guarding the woods on the left.

Knowing that there were predators lurking in the woods, the originally quiet forest suddenly became strange and dark, as if it was a huge mouth of the abyss that had been chosen to devour. The trees were uneven sharp teeth, covering up their deep malice.

I think about it with warmth, but Eberth thinks about safety.
Chapter completed!