"It's none of your business." Gilbert had already seen that the snake woman in front of him was the key to forcing the gang to retreat. The attendant's gaze was locked on the other's body.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and the atmosphere of the scene became tense.

"Alright." Eventually, the leader of the snake women waved her hand and said, "There is nothing worth fighting for our lives in this group of soldiers. What's more, we're still waiting for you to go back and continue to watch the goblin clan's good shows. I heard that it has become a mess of porridge until now. ”

"Hmph." Gilbert snorted coldly: "It's good to be interested, besides, the goblin clan is only a temporary civil war." Whatever the chaos will be, it will not give you the opportunity for these foreigners to intervene. ”

The leader of the snake woman narrowed her eyes dangerously when she heard this.

Gilbert didn't care, and turned to leave.

Back at the camp, Gilbert saw Austinger, who was looking for him.

Austinger was asking the passing soldiers if they had seen Gilbert. In the middle of his sentence, he noticed that Gilbert was standing in front of him.

"Where did you go?" Austinger asked with concern.

Looking at the sweat drops on Austinger's forehead, Gilbert made an uncomfortable expression and whispered to him, "My stomach is upset." ”

"Upset stomach? Is it because of the porridge you just drank? Austinger was surprised.

"I don't know." Gilbert shook his head and continued, "It's much better now. ”

"That's—" Austinger hesitated as he looked down at the steak in his lunch box.

"You can eat." Gilbert said with a bright smile.

"No, I'll leave it for you to eat at night when you're hungry." Austinger shook his head, closed the lunch box, and looked at Gilbert and said.

Seeing that he could not be persuaded by Gilbert, he did not say any more. Let Austinger lead him back to the tent to rest.

After Gilbert lay down in bed, Austinger pickled the quilt for him.

"Are you going to stay here and sleep today?" In the dimly lit room, Gilbert's eyes were indeed sparkling as he looked at Austinger.

"Hmm—" Austinger hesitantly pursed the corners of his mouth, remembering what Devitt had said to him at noon today, and said, "This is not a place for me to rest, of course I have to go back to my own bed to sleep." ”

"Okay." Gilbert replied, then closed his eyes.

Austinger stood by the bed and watched him fall asleep until he heard Gilbert's breathing become even, and extinguished the candlestick in the corner. Walked out of the tent lightly.

When a comrade-in-arms from the same team saw him come out, he stepped forward and said, "Austinger, it's our turn to be on the night shift today." ”

"Okay, I'll get ready." Austinger nodded immediately.

"Can you do it? I feel like you're tired. The teammate asked.

"Do I look tired?" Austinger looked up strangely and asked.

"Well, I'm feeling a little tired." A teammate joked, "It's hard to take care of your 'son'." ”

"Son?" Austinger raised an eyebrow.

"It's the new guy who came in." The soldier smiled and explained, "Now everyone thinks of that boy as your son. ”

"Is that so?" Austinger hung his head tiredly, waved his hand, and said, "Whatever you want." ”

If only it would make Gilbert happier in the group.

"I said that when you are still taking care of others, you should take care of yourself." The soldier shook his head and said, "We won't be going long with that little guy." At this rate, it is estimated that the gang will break up after more than ten days. ”

After saying this, the soldier was called away. Leaving Austinger alone, wondering why everyone would say that to him, he didn't even think of anything.

The question piled up on Austinger's chest like a mystery, and it felt stuffy.

Not going to think any further, Austinger put on his armor,

He stepped up his speed and walked to his own column and accepted the task of patrolling with everyone.

In Clemmont's tent, Clemmont was rummaging through the stacks of papers in his duffel bag.

Sitting on the other side of the table was Abel as he leisurely ate a sugar snack on his plate.

"So that's all you have in your duffel bag? No wonder it's twice as big as the others. Abel said, dipping the remaining sugar from his plate.

"I was reluctant to throw these things away, and there was no one to clean them up for me when I put them in the barracks, so I had to carry them with me." Cremont replied.

"You've read every book here dozens of times." After finishing his snack, Able approached and crouched on the ground, surprised by the number of books.

"No, there isn't. Some of the books I bought myself, and I didn't read them much because I was more distressed when I bought them. Some bookstore owners gave me books, and I read them dozens of times. Cremont explained.

Able looked up at him with disgust and said, "The elite of the selected Calradian soldiers. How do you know how to save for yourself? ”

"I keep all the bounties in the army." Cremont smiled and said, "The money for these books is also the reward given to us by the ordinary generals. ”

Able gave him a blank look and sat back on his stool. After sitting for a while, I couldn't sit idle. Then he asked Cremont, "What are you asking me to accompany you to this barracks to find books?" ”

"I have an illustrated book, and I seem to have lost it." Cremont said with a little anxiety in her eyes, her hands rummaging through the stacks of books as she grew faster.

"Is it a valuable illustrated book?" Able also leaned over and asked with concern.

"Sort of. Only now that I remember, the illustrated book has an illustration of the history of the elves. Cremont nodded and said, "Maybe you can prove Gilbert's identity." ”

"Didn't you and Commander Devit both decide that Gilbert was the crown prince of the elves? Why look for something to confirm. Abel asked, recalling the conversation he had had outside the tent that night.

"No, I think Gilbert's tattoo should have other meanings, not just the crown prince." Cremont's mind conjured up to the caged bird and vaguely uttered his guess.

"I see." After Abel learned about the current situation, he followed Cremont through the stacks of books.

"What's the name of that book?"

"Encyclopedia of Nature."

"What? Why do books that study other races on the continent take this name. Abel's expression stiffened for a moment.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and help me find it."