Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 372 Shadow Warrior
To the west of the Court of Holy Light, there is a prisoner of war camp.

There are warehouses where goods from the Zanluo Plateau are stored, there are also stables for raising Splittoed Wyverns, and it is also a branch of the Ebony Town Barracks.

The prisoner of war camp was surrounded by these three, and now there were more than a hundred Black Knights living there.

Whether it is a warehouse, a stable, or a newly built barracks, there is endless work to be done, and these black knights are temporarily used as labor.

After unloading the last box of goods, Olivier waited for the soldiers in front of him to load his new things into the truck and take them away.

But he didn't wait.

The soldier looked back for a few seconds, then grinned at him and said:

"Brother, today's work is done, you can go back and rest."

Go back and rest?

As a prisoner, Olivier found this sentence very harsh.

Especially the other party's attitude made him feel unspeakably awkward.

If it were in the Northland, or outside of McCalla, the guard would definitely be speaking with some kind of teasing and ridicule to the prisoners.

But he couldn't see a trace of malice on the young face in front of him.

The other party seemed to really say that he could go back and rest, not even joking.

Olivier did not leave, but walked aside and sat down against the sack on the ground.

He looked up at the blue sky, emptied his mind for a moment, and felt calmer than ever before.

"What's wrong, brother, aren't you going back?"

The young soldier sat down against him.

"not going back."

Olivier shook his head.

"Those people don't like me. Although you have people to maintain order, I feel uncomfortable being looked at by them like that."

"Oh...I remember it." The soldier suddenly said: "Are you the 'Twenty-Fifth Boy'?"

Olivier was stunned: "Twenty-five boys? What is that?"

"It means traitor. This is what those skeleton instructors taught me. Although I didn't go to the front line, I heard that in the returning team, there was a lurker from the Eternal Dawn who ridiculed other prisoners and almost caused a mutiny. I'm talking about you. Right? Are you really a 'twenty-five boy'?"

"..."

Olivier felt that staying here was no less social than going back.

But he still replied: "I'm not...I laughed at them for not daring to admit that you are the people of Eternal Dawn."

"Ah? Why?" the soldier asked in confusion: "We are not from Eternal Dawn in the first place. Although Instructor Gawain, Instructor Bedivere and several other new instructors are, they have already left, and they are not really training us. That’s the sheep-catching instructor, and he’s a skeleton…”

"I know you're not, I know now."

"So you made a mistake?"

"I didn't...it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong." Olivier snorted: "If you really are, they don't dare to admit it. They won't admit that they lost to the Eternal Dawn. How could the Shadow Temple lose? What about Eternal Dawn? This is a taboo among us, especially Gawain."

The soldier scratched his head. This was beyond his comprehension.

What does it mean if it is...

They didn't lose to Eternal Dawn at all... They lost to McCalla's Holy Light Warriors!

Besides, even if the people from Eternal Dawn come, they may not be any better than these guys.

"But aren't they your companions? Why do you hate them so much?" he asked.

"I……"

Olivier was speechless for a moment.

He suddenly recalled the moment when he made a mockery.

There was a poisonous fire burning in my heart, it hurt and itched.

It seemed that only the wanton venting of dissatisfaction and seeing the same twisted and angry emotions on other people's faces could quench his thirst.

"You're not one of those golden people, or a mixed race, are you?" The soldier said suspiciously: "You keep saying 'them', as if you hate them. Aren't you from Nice?"

"How could I be a Luku bastard!"

Olivier blurted out as if he was offended, and stood up immediately.

The soldier continued to scratch his head.

Are people other than McCalla...all so conflicted?
Olivier calmed down quickly, so fast that even he couldn't believe it.

"I'm from Nice."

He replied, sitting down again, not knowing what to say.

He forgot how long it had been since he last calmed down from anger.

It seems that I have been angry all the time, I don't like everything, and my life is full of unhappiness.

When he heard about the mutiny of the prisoners of war, that lord put a worm out of his brain, and so did several others.

It is precisely for this reason that he was not "settled" by others.

Was it caused by that insect?
At this time, a "street lamp" in the yard swayed slightly, and the curly cage at the top shook and made a rustling sound.

The three-meter-high wooden stake was held in the arms of a tree man.

The latter took root in the soil, and a few new shoots sprouted from the top of its head.

The sound alerted the two people here, and the soldiers ran over quickly.

Soon, characters emitting silver light appeared above the tree man's head:
"Notice: Within half an hour, all Black Knight prisoners of war are asked to gather in the square on the north side of the prisoner of war camp. If there are those who are further away, you can apply to use the Split-toed Flying Dragon." This is the magical modification of Tuba's "Yuanling Street Lamp" The "notice board" doesn't even need a charging stone, just a small tree man produced by Linumu can serve as a sounding tube.

"Brother, half an hour..."

"I saw."

Olivier stared at the line of words. Although he was reading from the back, he could probably grasp the key information at a glance.

On their first day as prisoners of war, everyone wondered why they lost to a group of country bumpkins.

But after so many days of contact, they soon discovered that there were countless things beyond their understanding in this countryside.

For example, this simple "bulletin board" in front of you.

Not in Northland?
No, there is.

But they only appear in the central area of ​​the city, especially in the downtown area. They are not like they can be found everywhere here.

Moreover, even if it appeared, someone would have copied the information through the "receiving end" and posted it on the bulletin board. It was not like this at all...

so amazing.

Yes, magical.

Especially the silver characters, logos, and beautiful characters, surrounded by a faint halo, have a texture that only high-end magical crafts can have.

Olivier shook his head to prevent his envy from being written on his face, which would look too much like a country bumpkin.

"I'm going back. I'll leave this cart with you first."

"Okay, I will send it back for you."

The soldier grinned at him and waved.

"Reform well. Maybe he will be a companion in the future."

Olivier twitched his lips.

He wanted to curse, but couldn't.

...

At the same time, Heine appeared in the prisoner of war camp with Gawain, Zhuoyang and Weidian Yuan.

The main purpose of bringing Gawain was to frighten the captives, and the purpose of bringing the sheep was for another reason.

Bringing Wei Dian Yuan here is just because this guy thinks Nibra City is boring.

It was really boring to see Teacher Xia and Mr. Sa acting so coquettishly but he couldn't get a word in.

As the prisoners gradually arrived, Heine looked at Ryan next to him.

"How's it going? Are you still getting used to living here?"

The corners of Ryan's mouth twitched a few times.

He really wanted to say that he was actually a prisoner too, living in the same house as others.

"It's okay, better than expected."

"Your companions didn't cause trouble, did they? They didn't exclude you just because you know us, did they?"

"No."

Ruian smiled bitterly: "You think highly of our... integrity. On the contrary, there were quite a few people who secretly fawned over me at first, but after they found out that I was of no use, there were many fewer people."

In fact, there is another reason.

When food, drinking water and safety were guaranteed, they, the black knights, gained a peace of mind that was unprecedented in the North.

Rather than saying this is a prison, it is better to say it is a good place to relax and meditate.

It is warm and comfortable here, without cold or discipline.

This kind of treatment can only be enjoyed by the strong and nobles in the North, so no one makes trouble at all.

"Where is the man named Olivier?" Heine asked: "Is there anything wrong with him?"

"No, after taking out the worm, he seemed to be a different person. He was withdrawn and silent, and everyone didn't bother to care about him."

"That's good."

Heine nodded.

In fact, these were all fed back to Loulton by the guards here through the bulletin board, and the latter sorted them out and told him.

The reason why Ryan was asked to say it was to give him a feeling of "I am really useful" so as to prevent him from feeling uneasy.

Ryan had been to McCalla before, so he already felt guilty about the invasion.

Now that he has become a prisoner and plays the role of "coordinator" for both parties, he feels an extra layer of guilt.

Heine was worried that the middle-aged man with a family wouldn't make it.

Soon, the prisoners arrived.

They lined up and stood quietly in the clearing.

Heine gave Gawain a look, and the latter nodded and walked over quickly.

"I am Gawain."

The former Sun Knight got right to the point:

"I am responsible for teaching you to become a qualified shadow warrior."

(End of this chapter)