Lorraine Hill held the sword and inspected the surrounding area. When it was almost dark, he heard the sound of bells ringing in the camp, and then walked back.

Dinner was still boiled potatoes and vegetables, served with naan bread, and everyone sat around and talked while eating.

"I heard that your wife gave birth to a boy this time. Congratulations." After the caravan members sat down, they talked to each other about family matters.

"Hey, although it's a happy event, I feel a lot more pressure. I can't drink anymore recently. I have to save some money to buy meat for my child's mother to eat."

"Haha, it's really hard not to drink. But for the sake of my children, I'm still a good man." His companion smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay. I'll share some with you when there's wine. You'll have a good time." Several people joked and laughed again.

The bonfire where Lorraine Hill was sitting were all temporarily hired guards. There were about 10 people, most of them wearing armor. They were generally over 30 years old. Except for the girl, there were only two younger faces.

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One was wearing a dark green robe, with a cloth covering his head, and a row of potion bottles tied to a belt around his waist. He looked like an alchemist. The other had a face like a thin monkey, and had a scimitar slung around his side.

He was wearing a light leather robe and no armor.

The two of them didn't have lively personalities. One was busy flipping through the damaged and yellowed thick book at hand while eating, while the other was looking straight at the bonfire, seemingly in a daze.

"Come, little girl, have some hot soup." After the girl sat down, a bearded man handed over a bowl of hot potato soup.

"Thank you." Lorraine Hill took the hot bowl and smelled a slight mushy smell. It seemed that it had been cooked for a long time.

After a simple dinner, the mercenaries assigned their order, and Lorraine Hill was assigned to guard the front line for midnight.

At night, the caravan members returned to their tents to sleep one after another, with only a few figures left by the campfire.

The flames were crackling, and everyone was sitting on the wooden pillars next to the campfire. Some were checking their belongings, and some were touching their weapons in the light of the fire to see if there were curls or blunt edges, and whether they needed to be polished.

"How old is the little girl? She starts working at this age." The bearded man sat across from the bonfire and asked Lorraine Hill, looking at him in a daze.

"Me? I'm probably 17." The girl said something against her will, her conscience aching.

"It does look similar." He picked up the wood branch and flicked the somewhat dark fire.

"Didn't you continue your studies? At your age, you should be making the fastest progress."

"Well, I want to make some money first and get some exercise."

"Exercising is really good, but if you want to make money, it's better to take this opportunity to practice to a higher level. Even if you are at home, someone will send you money and ask for your help." The uncle said his common experience.

"Forget it, I don't know how to behave myself, so I'd better not point out randomly, haha." Then, he seemed to think of something again and touched the back of his head.

"You guys sit here now, I will go on my regular inspection." After a while, he picked up the rough sword on his side and walked towards the night.

At this time, it became quiet again around the campfire. Under the summer night sky, the sound of crickets could be heard from time to time in the surrounding grass. The wilderness illuminated by the fire was dark, with no end in sight.

After the girl sat for a while, she looked at the other two people. One was the young man with the scimitar from before. He was now gently stroking the blade in his hand. The sharp arc blade shone in bursts of light as it reflected from the fire.

"It's a good knife." Another mercenary on the opposite side held the sword and leaned against the cargo box, squinting at the opposite side of the bonfire and commenting in his heart.

The young man holding the knife did not reply, but slowly put the knife back into its sheath and placed it on his knee again.

This knife seemed to be somewhat incomplete. Lorraine Hill's light blue eyes gently looked at the virtual screen in his sight, which gave an evaluation of the knife.

[Gray Dusk Scimitar] (Incomplete Gold Level): It was made by famous craftsmen hundreds of years ago. Now it is damaged in many places, and the pattern array is also incomplete. However, the surface has been repaired and it looks like new.

Compared with this good scimitar, this young man's strength is average. He is only War Sequence 3, and his evaluation is only Excellent Bronze level.

After Lorraine Hill observed for a while, he withdrew his gaze. At this time, the uncle also came back, but what was different from before was that the big sword on his shoulder had penetrated two big fish, shaking from time to time, and the fish tails were shaking.

Fan it to stir up some water stains.

"While on patrol, I went for a walk by the river and caught two fish for a midnight snack." He sat down again, picked up two branches, threaded the fish, and placed it next to the campfire to bake.

"After it's baked, we'll have half a piece per person and let's all satisfy our cravings together." As he said this, he took out a small salt shaker from his pocket and sprinkled some on it.

Soon the grilled fish began to exude an alluring aroma, and at this time the other two people also turned their attention to the grilled fish that was gradually browning.

"Haha, it's almost ready, don't worry." The uncle smiled a little when he saw the two people looking over, and then divided the grilled fish into two halves, skewered each one with branches, and handed it to several people.

"Thank you." At this time, the silent young man finally spoke. His voice was unexpectedly clear and clear, which was inconsistent with his dull appearance.

Until then, several people were eating fish, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

"Where is this little brother from?"

"I'm from the Province of the Heart."

"No wonder, the accent is so correct."

Upon hearing this, Lorraine Hill keenly noticed that the young man frowned, and then relaxed quickly, as if he didn't want to attract other people's attention.

Then another mercenary and the uncle started chatting. Both of them have been in the mercenary industry for a long time, and they had many topics in common, ranging from the climate in the southern part of the empire to what kind of magical beasts there are in which season, and from the character of women in the north.

The swords from a certain workshop are of good quality, and we can talk about things from all over the world.

Although Lorraine Hill couldn't speak, he still learned a lot of useful knowledge.

He was also pricking up his ears to listen. At this time, the girl realized that the young man's daze was fake, but that he was listening carefully was real. He was also a novice in emotions, but he pretended better.

Judging from his appearance, he probably doesn't have much experience traveling abroad, and he looks like a child from a wealthy family. But judging from his extraordinary training sequence, he is very ordinary, and there are no signs of physical exercise, and it doesn't look like he has been carefully cultivated.

A child of a noble family. I feel a little conflicted, Lorraine Hill briefly analyzed it.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed something, glanced around briefly, and slowly placed her hand on the hilt of the sword.

There were several partridge-like bird calls coming from the distant mountain forest. If you didn't pay attention and listen carefully, you would have been drowned in the surrounding insects.

Should he inform others, or should he pretend to go on patrol and solve the problem along the way? Lorraine Hill hesitated for a few seconds.
Chapter completed!