"Hmm." Austin nodded his head.

Bichron had taken Gilbert's temperature and pulse before he was ready to leave.

"Aren't you leaving?" Bichron asked Austinger, who was still standing by the bedside.

"I... Stay and watch him. Austinger hesitated.

"Okay." Bikron didn't say anything to stop him, but nodded, "This tent only has one bed. If you're going to lay out here at night, remember to cover it with more layers of quilts or something. ”

"Thanks, then you go slowly." Austinger bowed slightly and said goodbye.

"Also, remember to turn off the lights at night." Bichron said the last word and walked out of the tent.

Walking outside the tent, Bichron gestured to the three DeWitt standing in the shadow of the trees.

DeWitt nodded in response.

Looking at the figure of Bichren walking away, Abel couldn't help but say loudly: "I've been wondering just now why Captain Devit asked so many questions hastily, and it ended. It's because you already know that your opponent is lying. ”

"The identity of this goblin is not simple." DeWitt said.

"Among the goblins, they should at least be nobles at the storage level." Cremont then added.

"Did you find out from the conversation?" Able laughed, "Actually, I've noticed that this goblin named Gilbert shows disdain for his own race and a sense of contempt in his speech. Not a civilian exiled at will. ”

"After all, it's a child, and the excuses I make are full of holes." DeWitt thinks back to Gilbert's answer to his own question, 'Why are you here?' I couldn't help but blurt out my debut.

"Wouldn't it be nice to keep our soldiers in the dark?" Able worried.

"It can't be helped. In order to make Gilbert let his guard down, we can only pretend that everything is as it comes. Austinger's role is even more important. Cremont said helplessly, and after the words fell, his brows couldn't help but furrow: deceiving his subordinates and using their true feelings, Cremont himself disliked such a plan.

DeWitt also sighed, "Tomorrow morning, Austinger should take the initiative to find us and propose that Gilbert join the march." ”

Looking at the bright moon obscured by the clouds, DeWitt's mood was also like the moonlight, half gloomy, half hopeful.

I hope I can find an opportunity to compensate for it in the future.

Austinger crouches down in front of Gilbert after Bichren is gone.

Before he could say anything, he unexpectedly waited for Gilbert's words: "I'm so hungry." ”

"Huh?" Austinger looked up in surprise and blinked. "You haven't eaten in a few days." ”

"About three days." Gilbert replied, clasping his hands around his abdomen.

"Three days?!" Austinger's eyes widened. Without saying a word, he got up and walked to the package of his luggage, rummaged through it, and said anxiously: "I seem to have only wheat bread left here." ”

Gilbert stared at his back, a hint of distraction.

"I'll just pad my stomach first." Austinger handed two wheat cakes to Gilbert's hand, and said apologetically: "I've been eating a little too much lately, and I only have so much dry food left in my hand." ”

"Thank you." Gilbert said meekly.

"It's fine." Austinger took the full kettle from the other side of the room. He poured water into his usual lunch box, and when he saw Gilbert choking on food, he handed the lunch box in front of him: "Eat slowly, there is still water here." ”

Under such careful care, Gilbert also became embarrassed.

"It's the first time I've met," Gilbert whispered as he slurped water.

"What?" Austinger asked, turning around.

"Obviously, you and I are meeting for the first time today, why do you take care of me so carefully?" Gilbert asked, swallowing the water in his mouth.

"Huh?" Austinger reflected on the events of the day, and indeed he seemed to be very concerned about the sudden appearance of the alien vagrant. After thinking about it for a while, Austin replied with a smile, "Maybe you are too ugly, I was ugly when I was a child." When I see people in the same situation as myself, I can always think of the bitter history of the past. I just want to take good care of you. ”

The reason is still gentle under careful listening. It's just that this technique of suppressing first and then promoting is really not worthy of compliment.

Gilbert pursed his lips and continued to eat the wheat bread in his hand.

Austinger took out a futon and laid it on the floor, laying it out.

"When you're done, just leave the lunch box there. I'll clean up, you hurry up and rest. Austinger admonished as he made the bed.

"Good. I'm done. Gilbert took the last bite of wheat bread. So he rolled over and lay down on the bed. Marinate the quilt for yourself.

When everything was ready, Austinger stood up. Maintaining a half-squat position for a long time will still make people dizzy when fighting the flag.

Finally steady, Austinger turned his head to look at Gilbert behind him. It is found that Gilbert has fallen into a deep sleep. Perhaps it replenishes the body's need to eat, and the amplitude of breathing is much greater than what I saw this morning.

"Fell asleep so soon," Austinger said silently. After stretching on the edge of the menorah, Austinger felt a wave of weariness.

"Whew-" Austinger extinguished the candle and the room went dark. I could only grope my way back to my bed.

But Austinger was used to such occasions, and the lights went out at about ten o'clock every night in the tents where the soldiers shared. Every time I worked the night shift, I could only grope my way forward in the dark when I went back. Or judge your position by the snoring of someone who is asleep.

Austinger lay on the paved bunk, closed his eyes, and fell asleep a few moments later.

The next morning, Gilbert woke up to the smell of porridge wafting from the door, and when he got out of bed in a daze, he kicked Austinger's thigh.

"Ahh With a scream, Austinger also had to wake up from his dream.

In a dream last night, Austinger dreamed that Gilbert had changed from his original appearance into a lovable little child. Everywhere he went, he was welcomed by everyone, and he always followed him, looked at him proudly, and walked with him.

Dreams are beautiful, reality is always grim. This is the reality that Austinger felt when he woke up early in the morning and looked into Gilbert's face.