The Troublesome Hero Among the Heroes

Life is like fishing for canned food in a big pot. You don’t know what the next canned food will taste.

At lunch, Charles, who had finished writing the report of yesterday's battle, stood in front of the cauldron, closed his eyes and fished out a can.

When he opened the can, a strong smell came out of the can.

"Damn!" An elderly looking elf sitting across from him looked at Charles and his can in horror, "How come this thing still exists now, Queen Your Majesty might as well say her Did you stop producing this thing after he took the throne?"

The bitter Charles asked the elf: "Sir, what canned food is this?"

"Canned mixed liver "The elf took his lunch and left after speaking. The smell of the can made him unable to eat.

It is the rules and regulations for each person to receive a canned food per meal. You can save it without eating, but you can't waste it.

Charles looked at this can, which seemed to be older than Elizabeth, then looked at the elves around him who started to pack things away from him, and decided to eat rice and vegetable soup for lunch today.

So Charles put on the mask and turned on the air filter function that was discovered not long ago, and finished the vegetable soup and rice with the eyes of the surrounding elves trying to kill.

Perhaps his behavior has gathered so much resentment that when Elizabeth arranged a task after dinner, Charles was drawn to the task during the draw.

Currently, Charles is an attendant in Elizabeth's attendant room. Under the mountain's military order, Elizabeth did not give him much preference.

"Be careful along the way." Elizabeth told him when he got out of the tent, "Just finish the task, don't get out of the way."

Charles laughed, "Don't worry, I The escape technique is still okay."

"Don't underestimate the murlocs, you may suffer when they are prepared." Elizabeth knows that Charles now has a big difference from before. Progress, "When it's extremely dangerous, you can tell Nicholas."

Charles shook the head, in the war of the Spirit King, call people from other countries on the land of the spirits Rescue, this makes the elves lose face.

Charles met Horatio again while pulling Celestia in the stable.

"Are you going back?" Charles asked.

Now Horatio is garrisoned in a town in the vicinity of soldiers commanding the 500 Guard Army. This time he led 300 reinforcements to support the village from another direction.

Stunned, Horatio saw the standard backpack on Charles' back and said to him: "Be smarter on the road. If things are wrong, I'd rather take a long way, don't be stupid."

"Don't worry." Charles untied Celestia's rein on the stake. "You know I'm very clever."

After walking out of the barracks, Charles took it out Map, reconfirm his course of action in the next few days.

Next, he will run errands and send the report of yesterday's 2,000-thousand-thousand enemy battle to the villages and towns in the south.

After riding Celestia to the south for more than two hours, Charles came to a village outside.

Farmers have now started planting soybeans in the farmland outside the village, which is much warmer than the north, so the planting time is a bit earlier.

The plowing farmers just raised their heads and glanced at Charles in military uniforms, wondering how they continued to be busy with the farm work outside of human beings.

The militiamen on duty on the side of the road greeted them. Charles threw his status token to one of the militiamen and said at the same time: “I’m from the Southern Military Command, and I’ve sent the latest battle report. ."

The militiamen looked at the ugly masked human in front of him, and then at the status token in his hand. The back of the status token clearly states that the license holder is a young male human, and it is specially marked that they sometimes wear a mask.

The militiamen who couldn't see the problem chose to trust this guy in the end.

Now Charles still wears a mask often, one reason is to keep out the dust, another reason is that his face is too tender, and how awkward he is in the army.

Of course, one of the reasons why a certain elf with whom he was stunned is not good-looking by elf standards.

The militiamen took Charles to the village one after the other, talking non-stop along the way.

"What's the latest news?" the militiaman asked.

Charles said indifferently: "It's nothing, that is, we killed two thousand salted fish yesterday."

"So many?" The militiaman said in surprise. The murloc raiding team is only three to fifty people.

"Yes, half of them are the Salted Fish Guard Army." Charles nodded said later, "Those salted fishes secretly built a camp in the mountains, but the commander saw the salted fish Trick, I wiped out the salted fish den yesterday."

"The commander is amazing." The militiaman exclaimed, "Then have you seen those murlocs?"

Charles "hehe" twice, "It happened to save some children from the salted fish."

"That's good." The militiaman said, "Now the salted fish often catch those children. Go back."

They soon came to the gate of the village. The village chief and militia Captain were already here waiting for Charles to come.

After verifying his body, Charles pulled out a roll of parchment from his backpack and nailed it on the bulletin board next to the gate with the help of the militia.

No way, Charles is too short for the elf now, he can't reach the top of the bulletin board.

The village chief over there signed the mission completion form and said while looking at the latest battle report: "I don’t see it, little brother, you killed so many by yourself. Salted fish."

There are rankings of the most kills in the battle report, and Charles's name is ranked first. And Horatio, who was behind him, had one digit fewer kills than him.

"Everyone takes care of me." Charles modestly said, "I killed some trash fish. If it were the salted fish Guard Army, there would be nothing wrong with me."

"Don't be humble." Captain, the militiaman, passed the parchment to Charles after signing the form, "Even with so many pigs, it is not easy to kill them in a day."

"All The master taught me well," Charles said.

"Which is your master?" The militia Captain curiously asked.

"This is the commander." Charles put the parchment back in his backpack.

"The commander is really amazing!" Captain the militiaman and the village chief exclaimed.

"That is inevitable." Charles said, "I'm going to the next village. Everyone is more vigilant. The recent format is different from before."

Charles finished speaking. Riding Celestia to the next village, he will spend the night in that village as planned.