"Why is there so little meat?" The soldiers of the wolf attack group, who were beating gongs and drums and waiting for the food to be served in the back kitchen, couldn't help but complain when they saw the broth in the bowl.

"Don't say it, the wild wolf you brought only had such a little meat." The soldier who cooked the dishes sighed: "They live in this valley, and their lives should not be easy." ”

"Don't grab it, this piece of meat is mine."

The soldiers had already grabbed the wolf meat left over from the bowl.

No one was listening to the soldiers in the back kitchen.

The soldier in the back kitchen sighed and walked towards DeWitt's tent with a plate of food.

"Captain DeWitt." After entering the tent, the soldier called softly.

DeWitt, who was lying on the desk, raised his body, and when he saw the vegetable bowl in the soldier's hand, he beckoned to him: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay much attention to it, and it was already dinner time." I'm sorry for you. ”

"It's fine." The soldier shook his head and stepped forward to place the meal on another desk.

DeWitt was about to withdraw his gaze when he saw the soldier put the meal away, only to find that the soldier had no intention of retreating, but was standing hesitantly in place. So he looked up and asked, "What's wrong?" What's the matter? ”

"That," the soldier hesitated, "Captain DeWitt, we're running out of rations. ”

"Huh?" DeWitt was surprised, "But we've only been out of Dwarven Town for a few days. How could the amount prepared before, plus the supplies purchased, be used up so quickly? ”

"When I was shopping before, I was a dwarven vendor. When we set out, we found out that all they sold us was leftovers, which they couldn't use to cook. The soldier explained worriedly: "In the last few days, I have been consuming the food I had brought with me. It's almost bottoming out now. ”

"So, how many more days will our current food last?" Devitt rubbed his temples and asked.

"I don't know much about the situation on the elves' side. On our side, we can probably only hold on longer... Three days. The soldier replied cautiously.

"Three days?!" This number really surprised DeWitt.

For three days, it is estimated that I will not even be able to go out of the valley.

“... I know. Devitt sighed and responded. Then he let the soldier retreat.

DeWitt walked over to the table where the meal was set and drank the soup one bite at a time.

Over the past few days, all kinds of emergencies have gradually made him feel haggard.

While eating, I was thinking about how to resolve the crisis.

After dinner, DeWitt summoned Crémont and Able. The three sat opposite each other in DeWitt's tent, and DeWitt relayed to them the fact that the soldiers had reported to him today.

"Can you two come up with any good ideas?" DeWitt surrendered his hopeful gaze to the two.

"Why don't you take some of our team's food burden out of the food for the Calradia soldiers?" Abel suggested.

The elves eat only one-fifth of the daily amount of food and drink less water.

In this case, the team supporting Calradia should still have a spare.

"How much food do the elven soldiers have?" Cremont asked worriedly.

"It's... I don't know, but I'll find out if someone asks. Able immediately stood up and walked outside the tent to get the elven logistics soldiers.

After a while, an elven soldier walked in.

When DeWitt saw the soldier's nervous look when he was questioned by Abel, the flame of hope in his eyes was half extinguished.

The elves suffered from the same predicament as the Calradian soldiers, with only ten days of food.

"These soldiers who don't report it should be taught a good lesson." Cremont said angrily.

"The food of our two teams is only enough for about six days." Able concluded, his expression not as bright as before.

"So, are we in? Or retreat? Cremont read the words and set his eyes on DeWitt.

DeWitt lowered his eyes and sat still in thought for a moment.

Get up and grab the map from the dwarven guild from the desk and spread it out on the ground.

"If we retreat, the grain storage will still be enough to support us back in the dwarven town." Cremont said, pointing to the plains on the map.

"If we keep going, we can only go to the wilderness beyond the valley." Able added in a deep voice.

"No, we can't go back. It was a fluke that I was able to make it through the Troll Valley this time. I don't think they'll let go of the aliens who have been hovering the borders of their realm for the second time. Moreover, this back and forth will have to be delayed for at least half a month, and our task must be completed as soon as possible. After carefully reviewing the map, DeWitt said, "We need to change the original route now. Find a new way out. ”

"But we don't know anything about races other than those around the route." Cremont reminded.

"It's enough to have a map." DeWitt insisted.

Eventually, the two were persuaded by DeWitt's train of thought.

The three of them pulled out the stacks of maps and rummaged through them. What kind of route to take, where to go, in order to replenish your team.

"I found it." Twenty minutes later, DeWitt spoke.

"Where?" Clemmont and Abel approached him and asked.

"We can cross the river to the territory of the centaurs." DeWitt held up the parchment map in his hand and said, "In this map they have a market open to the public. ”

Able took the map and looked at it carefully.

"But to get there is not only to cross the river, but also to travel a long way, at least eight days." Cremont gestured on the map, worried.

"I guess the food from the hunt can be used as part of the supplies. Now we have only this way to go. Devitt said.

"Then talk to the soldiers and let them know what the team is facing." Clemmont and Able agreed to the plan, and then suggested it to DeWitt.

"Okay."

The news reached the group of soldiers, and everyone was not as depressed as they imagined. Instead, they joked with each other. Pushing each other and saying: You must have eaten too much or something.

In Cremont's eyes, this can be regarded as a strength that makes up for a weakness.

Optimism and carelessness are combined, and how to reconcile the two is a problem that the three new leaders are still figuring out. However, the team made it here, and Cremont finally let go of his demands for perfection. I also gradually understood what Derik said to DeWitt and him at the banquet before the expedition.

As the night passes, they will embark on a new challenge.