My Heroic Life

Chapter 11 The Beginning of the Journey

In the British Devilland, the sky is already twilight.

The apostle recruits who were assigned to guard the middle of the night were slightly exhausted and churning out the already weak campfire. The early morning was always so cold, and the moisture in the forest made people feel their clothes wet.

The sound of clothing rubbing sounded, attracting the attention of the apostle recruits. He turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and then showed a familiar smile.

"Woke up?"

"Ok."

Yin Lan sat up and rubbed his eyes to refresh himself. He turned his head and looked at Altria's sleeping bag, and found that it was empty.

"Where is the king?"

"It's over there." The apostle recruit pointed to the hillside and said to Yin Lan: "Wang woke up very early, so he went there."

The unusual behavior of the Knight King seemed to be taken for granted in his eyes. The king, don't all like to look down on sentient beings from high places, there is nothing wrong with it. However, Yin Lan, who was reminded by Mei Lin, understood that the blonde girl was probably thinking about it again.

The heights are so cold.

Yin Lan stood up, straightened her clothes and walked towards the hillside.

Climbing up the soil slope, passing through the bushes, and separating the branches that obstructed the view, Yin Lan saw the girl who was carrying the fate of Britain. She was facing her back to Yin Lan and was staring at the rising sun.

Yin Lan thought about the causes and consequences of the matter, sighed and walked to her side, not half a step behind, but level, looking at the distant sky with her.

"I heard Merlin talk about the matter."

"Ok."

The girl nodded silently, and asked tiredly after a long while: "Lan Qing, whose fault do you think is this time?"

Lan Qing?Yin Lan glanced at the girl and said helplessly:

"Don't treat me like a judge."

"Don't Lan Qing like to judge right or wrong?" The girl asked faintly, although her tone was plain, the content contained emotions she would never have in the past.

Yin Lan was taken aback, not knowing what to do for a while, and the girl gradually bit her lips tightly.

"Don't worry about me, just talk."

"..."

Yin Lan stared at the blonde girl in silence for a moment, and then asked, "In what capacity? Your knight? Or your friend?"

"It's okay, I want to hear your truth."

"Really, then I want to say that you are indeed wrong with Mordred's disposal."

The blonde girl's head lowered and there was no movement.

"You should give her hope, even if it is hopeless, people will always do some crazy things without hope, not to mention that she is still a mentally insufficient child."

Yin Lan sighed and said, "Of course, Mordred himself is the one who made the most mistakes. In any case, leading soldiers to revolt is intolerable, let alone this kind of war."

The girl raised her head. Yin Lan's remarks made her feel a little dissatisfied, but there was no way to refute her. Her eyes dimmed a little and asked:

"Is this what Qing thinks? Well, it might be exactly what Qing said."

"I haven't finished talking yet." Yin Lan looked at the depressed girl and said, "This is just the part of being a knight, but the part of being a friend."

Yin Lan and the Knight King who looked up at him looked at each other, and then a mischievous smile suddenly appeared on her face.

He took advantage of his height to put his hand on the drooping hair, and then began to rub hard, the blond knight king was caught off guard by this unexpected move, her emerald pupils opened wide, and then he was rubbed again. Her tangled hair made her eyes narrow.

"Lan!"

"It's been a long time since I touched it, just with this feeling, I have to support you!" Yin Lan absorbed the dull hair elements like a severely addicted patient, and said with a smile:

"There is no perfect person in the world. It is you who defeated the attacks of demons and ghosts after the magical power was restored, you maintained the continuation of civilization, and you protected the territory of Britain. You have done enough, and who is qualified Blame you."

"Yes, but..."

"It's nothing." Yin Lan put down his hand and looked at the stubbornly bouncing hair of the blond girl and said with certainty: "You have done well enough, Lily."

The definite affirmation made the girl do not know how to respond. She lowered her head and her lips trembled for a long time, and finally she could only say pretentiously:

"...Hmph, rhetoric, just write down your offense for the time being."

The blond girl who was bent over by touching her head straightened up, turned to the side of no one, and walked away quickly.

"It's time for dinner."

The departed king hurriedly walked, his cheeks turned red with his back to the knight, and after walking a certain distance, the corners of the girl's mouth were hooked uncontrollably.

Today's breakfast will probably be extra sweet.

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Breakfast was chicken soup, and the cooking utensils were two helmets that Yin Lan picked up.

Everyone in the army knows that Humble King’s doglegs are very well equipped, especially this helmet, which is thick and sturdy, does not leak at all when it is used as a pot, and is very popular with cooking classes.

After all, it was a monster that was directly summoned, and there was no cost at all. If you insisted on saying it, it was probably a magical power that was not worth mentioning to the humble king, but in return it was an army that did not require logistics supplies.

As long as they are still in this magical realm, these equipment are just like real metal forging, and in comparison, the logistics pressure on the human side is very heavy.

Although the apostles are all human bodies, the weight of the donkey far exceeds that of ordinary soldiers, but they still cannot withstand the consumption of protracted battles. After all, people will consume a lot of food when transporting food. Going deeper into the Demon Realm, the longer the supply line, the less maneuverability of human tactics.

Compared with grain and grass, the problem of equipment is even more troublesome. The apostles do not have so much magic power to build magic armor for themselves every day, and there is no sword given by the fairy in the lake. Their equipment is customized outside and enchanted.

That's all money!

Yin Lan still remembered that during the most difficult period in Britain, there was a kind of material in the army that puzzled outsiders, but the soldiers always kept white paint.

Its function can probably be described in one sentence.

————You are good, now it is mine.(Painted)

That's right, this paint is for those British soldiers who had severely damaged enchanted armor and replaced them with Black Armored equipment during the battle. At that time, the army often saw soldiers coming in and out like a plaster covered with dog skin. Out.

Of course, there are also well-painted ones. Many people in the British Army are still very talented in art. For example, a soldier who painted a bastard in his graffiti. Yin Lan is still impressed. His first reaction is ......

This is... turtle, turtle sun?

While reminiscing about the funny stories and blowing the hot chicken soup, Yin Lan glanced at the Knight King beside her and found that she seemed to have returned to normal.