Lord of the Oasis

"It's probably all measured in gold coins." DeWitt's mind, with the impression of the Centaur market, is always shrouded in mist.

"Really?" Able recalled the young owner of the rice shop, feeling a little strange in his heart.

The glowing magic weapon was kept in his arms by Able, the previous plan was canceled, and the scouts moved forward for about three hours.

"I still can't get to the flat we planned." Finally, it was time for rest, and Able breathed out on the suitcase.

DeWitt smiled and said: "Tomorrow starting early, should be able to get there before noon."

It is not easy to find a place suitable for dozens of people to sleep together in the mountain forest. Everyone was scattered in teams and it took about twenty minutes to find a suitable open space.

Cremont strenuously cut off the greenery surrounding the camp with weapons.

From time to time, there are one or two snakes passing by. Cremont paid attention to this and returned to the camp: he asked the logistics staff to sprinkle a circle of lime outside the camp.

At the time of dinner, today's dinner was also very well prepared.

It is estimated that the logistic soldiers in the barracks were quite bitter a while ago. Now is looking for opportunities to make up for the lack of the previous few days.

"After carrying out this mission, what are your plans?" Cremont asked DeWitt and Able beside him.

"Return to the barracks and continue to be a soldier." DeWitt said without hesitation.

"Me too." Able nodded.

"Of course I know, I mean when I'm on vacation." Cremont looked at the two helplessly and explained.

Everyone involved knows the importance of this mission. Although there are not many personnel dispatched, as long as it can be completed successfully, the participating soldiers will definitely receive rewards from the lords of various countries. Nature like vacations is also a matter of course.

After coming down from the mountain, the reconnaissance team has always been smooth. This made Cremont unable to bear the leisure space to imagine the future.

But DeWitt was always interested in lacking: "I didn't think about it, I should stay at home and rest."

"What about Able?" Cremont asked Able.

"I haven't experienced much vacation yet, if I have enough time: I really want to visit your country." Able replied after thinking for a while.

"Really?" Cremont was overjoyed.

DeWitt is also a bit surprised: "De Grim welcomes you at any time."

"Huh." Able nodded with a smile.

After a moment of joy, Cremont remembered something, and said with a sad face: "But Dehrim has to go to the capital of the Elven Country for a month. There shouldn't be any vacations for so long."

"That's right." DeWitt and Able nodded in unison.

"Eble, why do you want to come to Caladea?" Cremont asked.

"In the past few months, after contacting you. My mind about the human race has been subverted. So after the end of the mission, I hope to see you and look at your country again." Able seriously replied .

Cremont and DeWitt looked at each other, so moved that they didn't know what to say. In the end, DeWitt broke the silence and said: "When we return to the familiar land, find time to gather in Cumberland. Although I don't know how long you can get away from your team, Able, we still often have the opportunity You can go there on business."

"Huh? Good! As long as you come to Cumberland, I will pick you up." Able said happily.

"It's a word." Cremont said with a smile.

By the campfire outside the camp, several Caladian soldiers were roasting their cotton hangers on the fire.

"It always feels that the clothes are getting heavier and heavier." Austin Ge said helplessly, and then pressed lightly on the cotton coat with his fingers, and the resulting groove marks did not recover after a long time: it sucked. Too much water.

Austin Ge sighed.

"Does baking really work?" a soldier sitting beside doubted.

"It feels wet and the smell becomes stronger." A soldier snuggled up on the cotton coat and continued.

"Hello, you are a little further away from the fire. Be careful that Mars rises and burns a hole in the clothes you are wearing." Austin Ge exclaimed: "It is not the only way to do it now."

"It feels useless to bake for a while, I still withdrew." A soldier couldn't wait any longer, picked up his clothes and turned to leave.

At this moment, an elf soldier passed by and said curiously: "What are you doing?"

"Moisture has penetrated into the clothes. The moisture is too heavy, and we are trying to bake it dry," Austen replied.

The elf soldier glanced at the moving flames and shook his head and sighed, "Like you, it's dawn~www.readwn.com~ It's estimated that none of your clothes are dry."

"Why?" A soldier asked immediately.

"At least in my opinion, this fire has no effect on this dress." The elf soldier replied.

A spiritual force converged into his eyes, making him see the elements walking around the fire.

"Then... can you help us?" Austine already saw that the elf soldier was a fire mage. Asked hesitantly.

"Impossible, let me bake cotton-padded clothes for you?" Unsurprisingly, the elf soldiers immediately rejected.

I've been tired from running around the road for a day today. Now I have to cast spells to do such unnecessary things. It is too unpredictable. The elf soldiers at this time just wanted to go back to their camps and rest.

As he lifted his feet to leave, Austin Ge retained: "As long as you help me, I will promise you what you have in the future."

The elf soldier froze and turned back: "Really?"

"Really." Austin Ge nodded earnestly. He had sneezed several times while walking on the road today.

"So, it's you who helped me?" said the elf soldier with a smile.

"Me, me, me!" Several of the surrounding soldiers actively raised their hands.

"There are so many people." The elf soldier made a thought. After a while, he nodded: "Yes, but your condition must be the same as him." The elf soldier pointed his finger at Austin.

"OK!" Everyone agreed immediately.

In the end, the fire mage invited a water elf as ‘foreign aid’. The two were in the camp, under the watch of a group of Caladian soldiers: they had been busy until late at night, drying their cotton coats properly.

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