They all call me master.

Chapter 805: The Rise of Insects III

Late at night, outside Pulte Harbor.

The sound of flowing water in the inner river is clearly audible. The followers of the 'Inner River Cult' are on guard and patrolling under the arrangement of their respective leaders. Although some older believers have the 'privilege' to rest early, these believers will not do so. On the contrary, they are the most active and persistent.

Not just out of faith, but also because...

They hate being told they are old.

The older you get, the more this is true.

However, there was one person who was an exception.

Mr. Gwen.

The old man who called himself a "historian" was half leaning on the soft couch at this time, allowing his feet, which had taken off their boots, to be completely stretched out and leaning against the brazier - because of the previous hassle of traveling and hiding, even though Mr. Gwen's boots were made of cowhide, they had long been soaked.

The icy cold river water made the old man thoroughly experience what it meant to be "freezing cold".

“Lisa, do you have hot cocoa?
I feel like I’m still a little cold.”

Mr. Gwen asked his wife, and there was something coquettish in his tone.

Mrs. Gwen rolled her eyes at her husband.

"I told you that you didn't have to come, but you insisted on coming."

Although she complained, Mrs. Gwen quickly brought the hot cocoa - she had already made hot cocoa outside when the brazier was lit.

As for why not over the brazier in the tent?
Mrs. Gwen said that hot cocoa with smelly feet was really hard to swallow.

The same is true even if someone has pursued shit-flavored coffee.

Mrs. Gwen said that she was just a normal person with ordinary hobbies, and the most adventurous thing she had ever done in her life was joining the 'Inner River Cult' with her husband.

More?

Really no more.

“Thank you, Lisa.

Without you, I don't know what I would do.

Can I meet you again in the next life?"

Mr. Gwen laughed playfully as he took a sip from the cup of hot cocoa.

Mrs. Gwen poked Mr. Gwen a few times with her finger and added more wood to the brazier - these were just delivered by the young people in the church.

Also delivered was hot cocoa, dried meat, corn and fresh vegetables.

Mrs. Gwen was surprised to see the fresh vegetables.

In the lady's opinion, the 'Inland River Cult' was originally an organization that huddled together for warmth, both to fight against river pirates and peers, and to have more room for maneuver under the taxation of the nobles. But now it has changed and has become increasingly powerful.

I don’t know what will happen in the future…

For some reason, the lady began to feel worried.

But the next moment, the lady's hand was held by her husband.

Mr. Gwen was still smiling, but his voice was lowered.

“Don’t worry, it won’t happen.

That gentleman and that lord are far greater than we imagine.

The 'Devourer' Imora in the river was killed by that adult with one sword. I can't think of anything else that can hinder that adult.

Moreover, the kindness of that adult was enough to let everyone know what to do.

not to mention……"

Having said that, the old man didn't say anything else, but just pointed to the fresh vegetables in the corner.

These seemingly ordinary vegetables appear here, but they represent so many things.

That's a complete team of 'local brothers'.

It is also a fact of 'unity'.

As long as the next step is successful, the 'Inland River Church' will definitely take another big step forward.

'Marquis Einhard!'

Mr. Gwen muttered to himself.

The old gentleman could tell that the Nanlos psychic must have been well prepared and had a lot of ideas in mind before he stepped forward and walked onto the stage.

The former, he didn't know.

the latter?
He could guess.

It must be an alliance with Marquis Einhas.

Or kill Marquis Einhas.

Only in this way can the 'Inland River Church' become more upright and more 'at ease' - the old gentleman did not like to use the word 'ambition', and in order to cooperate with the 'kindness' of the Nanlos psychic, he chose 'at ease'.

Very tactful. Just like what he told his wife.

That euphemism is more of a strategy than a worry.

He didn't know if his words now could be heard by anyone.

But you never go too far wrong.

Subconsciously, Mr. Gwen placed his boots closer to the brazier.

Dry boots can go further.

Of course, muskets, medicines, and dry food are also indispensable.

If we go along the inland river, we will be too big a target.

Moreover, it is difficult to go back to Nanlos.

So, just in case, it is better to go to Neiwan by land.

As for more?

The old man also thought that, for example, the most basic currency, he could borrow some from the fellow believers around him.

However, this is the worst case scenario.

What if this didn't happen?

What if it's the best direction?
The old man thought to himself while drinking hot cocoa and waiting for news, and at the same time, signaled his wife to eat more food.

“Those fresh vegetables are nice.

Let’s make vegetable porridge.”

The old man said.

Mrs. Gwen didn't think much more about it, but she didn't mind showing off her cooking skills to her spoiled husband.

Looking at his wife's back, Mr. Gwen lowered his eyes the next moment.

'We need to find a car, a donkey cart is best.

Otherwise, Lisa might not be able to reach Neiwan.

But the goal was too big.

It won't be safe along the way.

Do you need to win over some people?'

Mr. Gwen thought.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the tent, followed by a young voice.

"Mr. Gwen, the High Priest asked me to inform you that Mr. Grindelwald is here."

Suddenly, Mr. Gwen opened his eyes.

There was a light in his eyes.

The worst thing didn't happen.

The best thing happened.

If the worst happened, Grindelwald would definitely not appear at this time. Instead, it would definitely be Marquis Einhard's cavalry who would appear.

The old man couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Then he drank the hot cocoa, put on his boots and walked out.

"Lisa, I'll be back in a minute."

The old man who walked to the tent curtain turned back, hugged his wife and kissed her hard. After being patted by his wife, he continued to walk out.

The tent curtains drooped.

Mrs. Gwen, who was chopping vegetables and washing rice, began to select the dried meat.
Some of it went into this meal.

The rest was hidden in the luggage.

Her vision was not as good as her husband's, but she knew his habits.

She knew that kind of comfort even better.

She was also aware of the joy she had just felt.

She knew things were definitely getting better.

But what if there are twists and turns?

So, she needs to prepare more for her husband.

It’s always a good idea to be prepared.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Gwen hid more salt in her luggage.

(End of this chapter)