"I remembered some of the past when I was a child." Cremont felt his throat grow a little dry, raised his glass and took a sip of water, then replied.

Abel remembered what Cremont had been muttering that day, and hesitantly asked, "Does it have anything to do with your father?" ”

Perhaps it would be best to speak up, and in Cremont's eyes, Able was a good listener.

In the silence of the moonlit night, Cremont tells Able about being abused by his father as a child.

As the last sentence of the story fell, Able stared silently into Cremont's face.

Even though it was dark, Able could make out the sadness on Cremont's face.

"So, where is your father now?" Able asked hesitantly.

"Dead," Clemmont sneered, "I didn't kill him." When I was twelve years old, he was killed by a debt collector. ”

Able sat still, not knowing what to say.

"I was going to forget about it. As a result, he regained his memory of the past because of the spell of the black elves. Cremont shook her head and said in a casual tone, "It seems that that man left a pretty deep impression on me. ”

After listening to what Clemmont had to say, Able remembered the impression he had received from spending several days with Clemmont: he was silent most of the time, he was very mobile, he maintained a clear line of contact with his superiors, and he would take care of people.

In Cremont's body, he could not see a trace of negativity.

When he thought about how Cremont had emerged from his dark childhood and grown into a decent officer without the help of others, it was painful to face the inferiority complex that emanated from him.

"Cremont, though I've known you for a short time. But you are indeed one of the best colleagues I have ever met. Abel paused, and continued: "Don't hate yourself because of your father. ”

Clemmont listened to what Abel had to say, and was silent for a moment. He stood up and said to Able, "Thank you, Able. After saying that, he packed up his dishes and chopsticks and left.

Abel stayed where he was, munching on the cold food.

Tears are not a sign of vulnerability in all situations.

DeWitt's injuries recovered quickly, and the reconnaissance team rested in place for a day and a half or so. Then the next part of the journey began.

It was noon when the soldiers set out, and the sun was shining on everyone's shoulders.

"Captain DeWitt, is there really nothing wrong with your body?" A Calradia soldier walked up to DeWitt's side and asked curiously.

"No problem." DeWitt smiled and nodded, "It's not feasible to continue to be lazy under my guise. ”

"Hehe, how can it be, we have been training well in the barracks these days." The soldier smiled lightly: "However, Captain Devitt is really powerful, he was so seriously injured that he was healed in two days." ”

"Didn't you see the medical soldiers guarding me all day and all night, and I had to get better quickly for their sake." DeWitt responded.

"Are you really okay?" After the soldier left, Cremont stepped forward suspiciously.

"To be honest, it's still a bit reluctant." Devitt patted Cremont on the shoulder and stopped the other party's angry movement: "But it's no problem to use it on the road." ”

"If you feel unwell, remember to tell me in time, don't endure it yourself." Cremont pursed her lips and said solemnly.

"Okay, I promise you." DeWitt said clearly.

As the day progresses, the plants on the roadside gradually change.

"It's almost close to the valley." Able said to the soldiers.

"Shall we camp in the valley tonight?" Cremont consulted with Able.

"It should be. But you have to find a very hidden place. Able nodded, "It's better to be a little bit remote from the mountain road."

Cremont carefully considered what Abel had said, and thought about how to find a suitable place to camp.

When the scouts heard Abel say this, they began to talk about it.

Until the moon rose into the sky, the Scouts had not made it to the plains. It's a lot longer than you think.

"How long will it take?" DeWitt asked Abel who was leading the way ahead.

"Estimated... An hour or so. Abel responded.

The soldiers continued their trek forward.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Cremont suggested to Abel with some reassurance, "Otherwise, let's camp around here tonight." If we go any further, it will be physically exhausting and we will delay the time for correction. ”

"Hmm." Able thought for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Stop! Set up camp around here! Cremont ordered the soldiers.

The soldiers, hearing the order, immediately stopped.

Everyone started to build the tent together.

DeWitt was forced by Abel to stay and wait.

Desperately bored, DeWitt scattered around the place where the soldiers had set up their tents.

"Whoa."

As if he had heard something, DeWitt stopped to listen: it was the sound of running water.

DeWitt immediately called a few fighters and went with him to patrol the source of the sound.

Eventually, a creek hidden in the mountains was discovered.

The soldiers were overjoyed, but DeWitt frowned.

stopped everyone's action of salvaging fresh water, and returned to the barracks with the soldiers.

Calling Crémont and Abel to discuss, he said, "I think we should find the wrong place to sleep." ”

"Why?" Abel asked.

"When I was patrolling around here, I spotted a stream of living water." DeWitt said.

The two people who heard the news were all stunned.

The status of water on this island is almost as high as gold. According to Raphael, there is no river that is not occupied by various races, and when advancing in the wilderness, you must avoid places where there are rivers and fresh water resources, and there will be strong forces entrenched. This should be beyond reproach.

Abel glanced back at the warriors who were still setting up their tents and asked DeWitt, "How far is that stream from here?" ”

"It's not a long way, about fifteen minutes away." DeWitt replied.

"That's a bit dangerous." Clemmont said with a deep breath.

"But now it's a bit overwhelming to find other places to sleep out." Abel analyzed.