Lord of the Oasis Chapter 735: .One night together

"Yeah." Austin calmed down and nodded.

Beekerun also prepared to leave after testing Gilbert's temperature and pulse.

"Aren't you going?" Beekeren asked Austinger, who was still at the bedside.

"I...stay and watch him," Austiner said hesitantly.

"Okay." Instead of saying anything to stop him, Beekeren nodded and said, "This tent has only one bed. If you want to make a floor here at night, remember to cover it with a quilt or something."

"Thank you, then walk slowly." Austiner bowed slightly and said goodbye.

"Also, remember to turn off the lights at night." With the last sentence, Bicklen walked out of the tent.

Beekerun, who walked outside the tent, gestured 'yes' to the three of DeWitt, who stood in the shadow of the tree.

Devitt nodded in response.

Seeing the figure of Bikren walking away, Abel couldn't help but said: "I was wondering just now why Captain DeWitt asked so many questions and ended it. It turned out to be because You've known for a long time that your opponent is lying."

"The identity of this goblin is not simple," DeWitt said.

“Among the goblins, at least they should be nobles at the storage level,” Claremont added.

"Is it from the conversation?" Abel laughed: "Actually, I also noticed that this goblin named Gilbert showed disdain for his own race and a sense of looking down in his speech. It is not a There will be civilians who are exiled at will."

"It's a kid, after all, and the excuses are full of holes." DeWitt recalled Gilbert's answer to his 'why he was here' question. Couldn't help but blurt out.

"Wouldn't it be great to keep our soldiers in the dark?" Abel worried.

"There's nothing I can do. In order to make Gilbert let down our guard, we can only pretend that everything is a matter of course. Austinger's role is even more important." Claremont said helplessly, and after the words fell, His brows could not help frowning: to deceive his subordinates and use his true feelings, Claremont himself disliked such a plan.

DeWitt also sighed: "Tomorrow morning, Austin should take the initiative to find us and propose to let Gilbert join the march."

Looking at the bright moon obscured by the clouds, DeWitt's mood was like the moonlight, half gloomy and half hopeful.

I hope to find an opportunity to make up for it in the future.

Ostinger squatted in front of Gilbert after Beekerun left.

I didn't wait for him to say anything, but unexpectedly came Gilbert's words: "I'm so hungry."

"Huh?" Austin looked up in surprise and blinked. Asked, "You haven't eaten in a few days."

"About three days," Gilbert replied, keeping his hands on his belly.

"Three days?!" Austinger's eyes widened. Without saying a word, he got up and walked to the package of his luggage, rummaging through it, and said anxiously, "I seem to have only wheat flour cakes left here."

Gilbert stared at his back with a hint of ecstasy.

"Let's put this one on my stomach first." Austinger handed the two wheat flour biscuits to Gilbert's hand, apologetically, "I have eaten a bit too much recently, and there is only so much dry food left in my hand. It's time."

"Thank you," Gilbert said meekly.

"It's alright." Austinger took the kettle full of water from the other side of the room. He poured the water into his usual lunch box, and when he saw Gilbert choked when he was eating, he handed the lunch box in front of him: "Eat slowly, there is still water here."

Gilbert also became embarrassed under such careful care.

"It's obviously the first time I met..." Gilbert said in a low voice when he was drinking water.

"What?" Austin asked, looking back.

"You and I are seeing each other for the first time today, why are you taking care of me so carefully?" Gilbert asked, swallowing the water in his mouth.

"Huh?" Austiner recalled what happened today, and indeed, he seemed to be very concerned about this alien wanderer who suddenly appeared. After thinking about it in his mind for a while, Austin replied with a smile: "Maybe you are really ugly, and I was pretty ugly when I was a child. When I see people who are in the same situation as myself, I can always think of the past. Sad history. I just want to take good care of you."

The reason is gentle under careful listening. It's just that this approach is not worthy of compliment.

Gilbert pouted and continued to eat the wheat flour cake in his hand.

Austinger took out a quilt and laid it on the ground, flattening it.

"When you're done eating, put the lunch box there. I'll clean it up, you have to rest." Austinger urged as he made the bed.

"Okay. I'm done." Gilbert took his last bite of the oatmeal. He rolled over and lay down on the bed ~IndoMTL.com~ pickled the quilt for himself.

Ostinger stood up when everything was ready. Staying in a half-squat position for a long time will still make people dizzy when the battle flag is on.

After finally stabilizing his body, Austinger turned his head to look at Gilbert behind him. Now Gilbert has fallen into a deep sleep. Perhaps it made up for the body's need for food, and the breathing rate was much larger than what I saw this morning.

"Fell asleep so soon..." Austiner read silently. After stretching by the side of the candlestick, Austinger also felt a tired tiredness.

"Huh-" Austinger extinguished the candle, and the room became pitch black. He could only fumble back to his bed.

However, Austinger is used to such occasions. In the tent shared by the soldiers, the lights will be turned off around ten o'clock every night. After every night shift, when I go back, I can only **** in the dark. Or judging your position by the purr of a sound asleep.

Austinger lay on the paved floor, closed his eyes, and fell asleep after a while.

The next morning, Gilbert woke up smelling the smell of porridge wafting from the door.

"Ah!" With a scream, Austinger also had to wake up from his dream.

In a dream last night, Austinger dreamed that Gilbert had changed from what he was to a lovable and lovable little child. Wherever he goes, he will be welcomed by everyone, and he will always follow behind him, look at him proudly, and walk with him.

Dreams are beautiful, but reality is always grim. This is the reality Austin felt when he woke up early in the morning and looked at Gilbert's face.

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