Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 165 Don't leave the night shift without authorization
Everyone tacitly did not mention the purpose of this, and counted the number of people on the spot, quickly retreated along the way to the position where the vigorous bodies could not be seen, and started unloading from the horses tied in place.

In fact, at least half of the weight has been worn on the body, and the rest is mainly the tent frame, cloth, and the least-used load along the way-kerosene.

The subordinates lightly removed the small jars in rope net bags and put them in batches away from the campfire.

They still don't know what was the reason for carrying these troublesome things in the first place, but this does not prevent it from becoming the most sensible decision now, which greatly reduces the workload of collecting fuel, and also means that it can be destroyed faster and more thoroughly. A place to prevent it from becoming a wake-up material that frequents dreams in the future.

After the night residence was built, the subordinates began to cut down trees to collect firewood, split them briefly, and cut off most of the wet lesions in the center.

Setting fire is also a science. First of all, the open space around the village must be cleared as a fire-retardant belt.Most of the firewood being prepared is for the church in the middle to ensure that the supporting beam and column structure can be destroyed, while the residential houses have a high proportion of wood parts and some grass-covered roofs, which are enough to complete the combustion by themselves.

The progress is not ideal. After half an afternoon of busy work, the firewood brought back before nightfall is still far from the required amount, and it may not be possible until noon tomorrow.

The resting team roasted soft dry food around the bonfire, filled their stomachs with a few dry chats that they avoided seeing as much as possible, stayed on watch at night to watch the fire, and the rest returned to the tent with their weapons in their hands to lie down.

Rationally speaking, the more difficult the situation is, the more you should seize every moment of rest to ensure that you have more energy that may save your life the next time you have to wake up.

But Brett knew they didn't, those eyes that couldn't be closed must be watching the shadow of the fire cast on the tent canvas in the dark, afraid that the next time he opened his eyes, he would see that place, that road that might be unforgettable forever the way.

【It's a star, it's a full moon, it's...】

He didn't expect to get an answer, just to talk, although it was indeed confusing.

Brett walked towards the edge of the camp, the light source changed from the front to the back, and as he approached the tree shadows with slightly different shapes from the normal ones, the tension once again seeped in from the walls of his heart reinforced by language and fire, and he couldn't help but To think what is in this wood.

"Tell me about that, I heard Knight Martin call him a professor, why did he bring so much kerosene?" Brett asked softly the only person who could communicate with him at this time, while looking outside the camp, he confirmed that those things were just imaginations when he was tired .

However, it must be stated that, although there was no refutation, he still felt that there was nothing wrong with his decisive throwing of the throwing axe.After crossing the mushroom "flower stand" along the path, and witnessing a distorted humanoid silhouette with its back turned to itself, how can anyone control the urge to strike first?
Even if the ax was in the hands of the Barrow knight he was following at that time, it would definitely fly out and hit it more accurately.

Looking back to the fire, his companion impatiently waved his hand to signal him to hurry up.The tension made the feeling in the lower body more obvious. After all, the physical needs took the upper hand, and he had to solve the water pressure problem.

So did he.It's hard to say that the vigil Martin arranged for him is a punishment or a smooth sailing, because it has something to do with Barrow.Such a sleepless night, at least for him, was better spent watching by the fire than tossing and turning in the tent.

"Who knows, but I've seen calluses on his hands, like someone who can use a sword." The companion consciously took the topic, "Anyway, he doesn't look like a professor. Have you seen those college people? The average old man And Bald at least one of them."

"Or both." In the topic that they couldn't talk about face to face, they found a little fresh laughter.

The bonfire with new firewood is lit up, the flames expand, and the heating heats up the hands and feet to boost the spirit.The shadow behind him grew longer and swayed.

Adding a piece of firewood to the fire, the crackling sound wrapped his ears, it was so monotonous that he couldn't control himself from thinking about those beautiful and fascinating images. The campfire sits opposite him.

Brett reached for the belt he had just fastened and undid the loose buckle.

Although it can be dealt with in advance every time, after all, there are unpredictable things. What if there is an emergency and the armor cannot be removed quickly?As a Cavaliers reserve, he felt it was necessary to think about it.

As the second son of the family, he was assigned to study under the cavaliers, and he sometimes felt that he only learned the two sides of bravery and recklessness, but did not absorb the tact that Barrow sometimes showed that did not match his rough appearance.

Rubbing his numb legs, he stood up from the fire and inspected the camp. The sound of turning over and moving has gradually disappeared without knowing it. Exhaustion makes people fall asleep.

Like an elf in the forest, as long as he sees it, it is not easy to take his eyes off the gorgeous silhouette. A light powder swims into his nostrils. offer.

He has seen those women in some outdoor activities, standing far away in a safe place not to be disturbed, watching the various prey that the young descendants of the nobles chased from the hunting grounds, chatting and commenting in an elegant whisper, like a bagpipe harp His chuckle wafted in the powdery wind.

No matter how frightening and frightening those things were, they were all dead long ago, and their danger level was not comparable to that of a child with a dagger.He comforted himself like this.

"Go and come back quickly, and replace me when you finish." When this kind of thing is mentioned, it is always easy to form a group, but due to their duties, they can't leave the post together and can only take turns.

The dresses they wear are cut from satin of various materials and dyes, with bright and rich colors, fluffy and graceful.

Humming a little song I heard by chance, I stepped out of the dim light and dark boundary, walked a few steps into the forest, and found a pleasing tree at a distance where I could see the campfire without being complained about the smell tomorrow morning. Get it over with.

"I'm going to take care of some personal matters. I'm right there. I'll be right back."

This strange question quickly disappeared. Brett tightened his belt, thinking about whether it would be possible for him to develop a relationship, or even marriage, with a lady as in the story after he officially became a knight and had his own town. .

After chatting for a while, Brett's lips became dry. He picked up the water bag and took two sips of clean water. A feeling of being unable to sit still gradually became apparent.I wanted to endure it, but the long night is far from over, and it will have to be resolved sooner or later.

Frightened by the illusion and imagination, Brett suddenly straightened his back and came to his senses. The companion on the other side of the fire was startled, looked up and looked at him, and saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

"Oh." Brett shook his head and shook off the thought of being disrespectful to his elders. Humility is a virtue that a knight should have. As a reserve soldier, he should accept Martin's criticism instead of being dissatisfied.

With the emptying, the tense spirit also felt relaxed for a while, thinking about how knights wearing full-body armor should solve this urgent problem.

The graceful figure walks slowly, surpassing the asymmetrical color design of all tailors and tailors, and has an extraordinary aesthetic feeling...

"What is it?!"

The loose buckle was opened, and he untied the other throwing ax on his waist and threw it vigorously, deeply embedded in the multi-folded head of the thing, and a handful of unrealistic and indescribable smoke erupted from it. The dusty smell became very strong.

Brett retreated towards the camp, and after being attracted for a while, the same colorful figure appeared silently in the shadow of the side trees at some point, throwing him to the ground.

(End of this chapter)