Lord of the Oasis Chapter 740: .The process of frightening the snake girl

"It's none of your business." Gilbert had already seen that the snake girl in front of him was the key to forcing the gang to retreat. He then locked his gaze on the opponent.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and the atmosphere at the scene became tense.

"Okay." Finally, the snake girl leader waved his hand and said: "There is nothing in this group of soldiers that is worth fighting for our lives. What's more, we are still waiting for you to go back and continue to see the goodness of the goblins. It's a play. I heard that there is still a mess of porridge there."

"Humph." Gilbert snorted coldly: "It's good to be interested. In addition, the goblin race is only a temporary civil war. No matter what the chaos is, it won't give you a chance to interfere with these foreigners."

The Snake Woman leader narrowed her eyes dangerously upon hearing this.

Gilbert didn't care, and turned away.

Back in the camp, Gilbert sees Austin looking for him.

Austinger was asking soldiers passing by if they saw Gilbert. Halfway through his words, he noticed that Gilbert was standing in front of him.

"Where did you go?" Austinger asked concerned.

Seeing the sweat dripping on Austinger's forehead, Gilbert made an uncomfortable expression and whispered to him: "Stomach discomfort."

"Stomach upset? Is it because of the porridge I just drank?" Austiner asked in surprise.

"I don't know." Gilbert shook his head and continued, "It's much better now."

"Then..." Austin looked down at the steak in his lunch box and hesitated.

"You eat." Gilbert said with a bright smile.

"No, I'll leave it for you to eat at night when you're hungry." Austiner shook his head, closed the lunch box, and looked at Gilbert.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Gilbert, she stopped talking. Let Austin take him back to the tent to rest.

Ostinger picks up the quilt for Gilbert after he lays down on the bed.

"Are you going to stay here to sleep today?" In the dim room, Gilbert's eyes were indeed bright as he looked at Austinger.

"Well..." Austiner pursed the corners of his mouth hesitantly, remembering what DeWitt said to him at noon today, so he said, "This is not a place for me to rest, Of course I'm going back to my bed to sleep."

"Okay," Gilbert replied, then closed his eyes.

Austinger stood by the bed and watched him fall asleep until he heard Gilbert's breathing become even and extinguished the candlestick in the corner. He walked out of the tent lightly.

After seeing him come out, a comrade in the team stepped forward and said, "Austinger, it's our turn to be on the night shift today."

"Okay, I'll do some preparations." Austiner nodded immediately.

"Can you do it? I feel like you're tired." The teammate asked.

"Do I look tired?" Austinger asked, raising his head oddly.

"Well, I feel a little tired." The teammate teased: "Your 'son' is very difficult to take care of."

"Son?" Austinger raised an eyebrow.

"It's the newly recruited little guy." The soldier explained with a smile: "Now everyone sees that kid as your son."

"Is that so?" Austin lowered his head wearily and waved his hand: "Whatever you think."

If this makes Gilbert happier among the group.

"I said you should take care of yourself when you are still taking care of others." The soldier shook his head and said, "We and that little guy won't be able to walk for long. At this rate, it is estimated that the group will break up after more than ten days."

After saying this, the soldier was called away. Leaving Austiner standing alone, he wondered: why did everyone say that to him, when he didn't think of anything himself.

The question piled up on Austinger's chest like a mystery, feeling stuffy.

Don't think about it any more, Austiner put on his armor,

He stepped up and walked to his own column to accept the task of patrolling with everyone.

In Claremont's tent, Claremont is rummaging through the pile of papers in his duffel bag.

Also seated on the other side of the desk is Abel, who is leisurely eating a granulated sugar snack on a plate.

"So that's all you have in your duffel bag? No wonder it's twice as big as everyone else's." Abel said, dipping the remaining sugar on the plate.

"I'm reluctant to throw these things, and no one helps me clean them up in the barracks, so I can only carry them with me," Claremont replied.

"You have read every book here dozens of times." After Abel finished his snack, he approached and squatted on the ground, surprised by the number of books.

"Neither. I bought some of the books myself, and I didn't bother to read them. Some bookstore owners gave me books that I read dozens of times," explained Claremont. .

Abel looked up at him with disgust ~IndoMTL.com~ and said, "The elite selected among Calradian soldiers. How do you know how to save for yourself?"

"I keep all the reward money from the army." Claremont said with a smile: "These book money are also the rewards given to us by the generals."

Able rolled his eyes at him and sat back on his stool. After sitting for a while, I couldn't stop. Then he asked Claremont, "What on earth are you going to do when you asked me to accompany you to this barracks to find books?"

"I have a picture book, I seem to have lost it." Claremont said with a bit of anxiety in his eyes, and the speed of his hands rummaging through the stack of books became faster and faster.

"Is it a valuable picture book?" Abel also came over and asked with concern.

"That's right. It's just that I remember now that the illustrated book contains drawings about the history of the elves." Claremont nodded and said, "Maybe it can prove Gilbert's identity."

“Don’t you and Commander Dewitt decide that Gilbert is the crown prince of the Elf race? Why do you need to find something to confirm?” Abel recalled the conversation outside the camp that night and asked.

"No, I think the tattoo on Gilbert's body should have other meanings, not just the crown prince." Claremont's mind came to the caged bird, vaguely saying his own guesses.

"So that's it." After learning about the current situation, Abel followed Claremont to search the stack of books.

"What's the name of that book?"

"Natural Encyclopedia."

"What? Why do books that study other races on the continent have such names." Abel's expression stiffened for a moment.

"Stop talking nonsense and help me find it."

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