Lord of the Oasis Chapter 715: .The dark corner of the past

"Reminded me of some past events from my childhood." Claremont felt that his throat became a little dry, and after raising his glass and taking a sip of water, he answered.

Abel recalled the words that Claremont kept repeating in his mouth that day, and asked hesitantly, "Is it related to your father?"

Perhaps it's best to say it. In Claremont's eyes, Abel is a good listener.

Under the silent moonlit night, Claremont talks to Abel about being abused by his father as a child.

Able stared silently at Claremont's profile as the last words of the narration fell.

Even in the darkness, Abel could see the sadness on Claremont's face.

"So, where is your father now?" Abel asked hesitantly.

"Dead," Claymont sneered. "I didn't kill him. When I was twelve, he was killed by a debt collector."

Able sits still, not knowing what to say.

"I had planned to forget about this incident. In the end, I remembered the past again because of the magic of the black elves." Claremont shook his head and said in a casual tone: "It seems that the man left it for me. I'm still very impressed."

After listening to what Claremont said, Abel recalled the impression he had gotten from spending days with Claremont: he was silent most of the time, he was active, he kept a clear line with his superiors, and he would take care of people.

There is no sign of negativity in Claremont.

It's hard to think of the inferiority complex emanating from Claremont when he emerged from his dark childhood without the help of others to grow into a decent officer distressed.

"Craymont, although I've known you for a while. But you're one of the best colleagues I've ever met." Abel paused, then continued: "Don't hate your father because of your father. yourself."

Claremont was silent for a while after hearing what Abel had to say. He stood up and said to Abel, "Thank you, Abel." After finishing speaking, he packed up his dishes and left.

While Abel stayed where he was munching on his cold meal.

Tears are not a sign of vulnerability in all situations.

DeWitt recovered quickly from his injuries, and the Scout team rested in place for about a day and a half. Then started the next journey.

It was noon when the soldiers set off, and the sun was on everyone's shoulders.

"Captain DeWitt, is there really no problem with your body?" A Calradian soldier walked up to DeWitt and asked curiously.

"No problem." DeWitt smiled and nodded, "It's not feasible to continue to be lazy under the guise of me."

"Hehe, how could it be, we have been training hard in the military camp these days." The soldier smiled lightly: "However, Captain DeWitt is really powerful. He was healed in a day."

"Didn't you see the medical soldiers guarding me all day and all night, and for them, I need to get better as soon as possible," DeWitt responded.

"Are you all right?" Claremont asked suspiciously after the soldiers left.

"To be honest, it's still a bit reluctant." DeWitt patted Claremont on the shoulder and stopped the other party's angry movement: "But it's okay to use it on the road."

"Remember to tell me if you feel any discomfort in your body, don't endure it yourself." Claremont pursed his lips and said solemnly.

"Okay, I promise you," DeWitt said brightly.

As the day progressed, the vegetation along the road gradually changed.

"We're getting close to the valley soon," Abel said to the soldiers.

"Are we going to camp in the valley tonight?" Claremont consulted with Abel.

"It should be. But you need to find a very hidden place." Abel nodded and said, "It's better to be a little farther away from the mountain road."

Claymont carefully considered Abel's conditions, and wondered how to find a suitable place to set up camp.

The scouts also started talking when they heard Abel's words.

The scouts did not enter the plains until the moon lifted. This journey is much longer than expected.

"How long will it take?" DeWitt asked Abel, who was leading the way.

"Estimated...an hour or so," Abel responded.

The soldiers continue their march.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Claremont suggested to Abel with a bit of reassurance: "Otherwise, let's camp near here tonight. If we go further, it will be exhausting and delaying for us. Corrected time."

"Yeah." Abel nodded in approval after thinking for a while.

"All stop! Camp near here!" Claremont ordered to the soldiers.

The soldiers stopped immediately after hearing the order ~IndoMTL.com~.

Everyone started building the tent together.

And DeWitt is forced to wait by Abel.

Desperately bored, DeWitt walked around the place where the soldiers had set up their tents.

"Crash."

DeWitt seemed to hear something and stopped to listen: it was the sound of running water.

DeWitt immediately called a few soldiers and went with him to patrol the source of the sound.

Eventually found a creek hidden in the mountains.

The fellow soldiers were delighted, but DeWitt frowned.

Stopped everyone's salvage of fresh water and returned to the barracks with the soldiers.

Inviting Claremont and Abel to discuss: "I think we should find the wrong place to sleep."

"Why?" Abel asked.

"I was walking around here just now and found a stream of living water," DeWitt said.

The faces of both of them sank when they heard the news.

The status of water sources on this island can be compared with gold. According to Raphael: There is no river that is not occupied by various races. When advancing in the wild, it is necessary to avoid places with rivers, and where freshwater resources exist, there must be strong forces entrenched. This should be beyond reproach.

Able glanced back at the soldiers still setting up their tents and asked DeWitt, "How far is that stream from here?"

"It's not very far, about fifteen minutes away," DeWitt replied.

"That's a little dangerous," said Claremont, taking a deep breath.

"But now it's a bit overwhelming to find other places to sleep." Abel analyzed.

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