Lord of the Oasis

"This is none of your business." Gilbert had already figured out that the snake woman in front of him was the key to forcing the gang to retreat. Then he locked his eyes on the other party.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and the atmosphere at the scene became tense.

"Okay." Finally, the leader of the snake girl waved her hands and said: "There is nothing in these soldiers that is worthy of our lives. What's more, we are still waiting for you to go back and continue to watch the goblin tribe's show. I heard that it’s still a mess there.”

"Hmph." Gilbert snorted coldly: "Just be sensible. In addition, the goblin tribe is only a temporary civil war. No matter how chaotic it is, you will not have the opportunity for these foreigners to intervene."

The snake leader narrowed her eyes dangerously upon hearing this.

Gilbert didn't pay attention, turned around and left.

Back in the camp, Gilbert saw Austin who was looking for him everywhere.

Austinger was now asking passing soldiers if they had seen Gilbert. Halfway through his words, he noticed Gilbert standing in front of him.

"Where did you go?" Austinger asked with concern.

Looking at the sweat drops on Austin's forehead, Gilbert made a sad expression and whispered to him: "My stomach feels uncomfortable."

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

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

"Then..." Austinger lowered his head and looked at the steak in his lunch box and hesitated.

"Eat it." Gilbert said with a bright smile.

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

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Gilbert didn't say any more. Let Austin lead him back to the camp to rest.

After Gilbert lay down on the bed, Austinger pickled the corner of his quilt.

"Are you going to stay here and sleep today?" In the dark room, Gilbert's eyes were indeed bright when he looked at Austin.

"Well..." Austinger pursed his lips hesitantly, thinking of what DeWitt said to him at noon today, so he said: "This is not a place prepared for me to rest, of course I am It’s time to go back to your own bed.”

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

Austinger stood by the bed and watched him sleep until he heard Gilbert's breathing become even, then extinguished the candlestick in the corner. He walked out of the tent quietly.

When a comrade in the same team saw him coming out, he stepped forward and said, "Austin, it's our turn to work the night shift today."

"Okay, I'll make some preparations." Austinge nodded immediately.

"Are you okay? You feel quite tired." His teammate asked.

"Do I look tired?" Austinger raised his head strangely and asked.

"Well, I feel a little tired." The teammate joked: "It must be very difficult to take care of your 'son'."

"Son?" Austin raised his eyebrows.

"That's the newly recruited kid." The soldier explained with a smile: "Now everyone regards that kid as your son."

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

If this would make Gilbert happier in this group.

"I said you should take care of yourself while taking care of others." The soldier shook his head and said: "We and that little guy won't be able to leave for long. At this rate, we will probably break up in more than ten days."

After saying this, the soldier was called away. Austin was left standing alone, wondering: Why did everyone say this to him, even though he didn't think of anything.

This question piled up in Austin's chest like a mystery, feeling stuffy.

Not intending to continue thinking about it, Austinger put on his armor,

Then he stepped up his speed and walked to his own column.

Accept the patrol mission together with everyone.

In Clemont's camp, Clemont was rummaging through the pile of documents in his duffel bag.

Sitting on the other side of the desk was Abel, who was leisurely eating the sugar snacks on the plate.

"So this is what you have in your duffel bag? No wonder it's twice as big as the others." Abel said while dipping the remaining sugar on the plate.

"I can't bear to throw these things away. There is no one to help me pack them up in the military camp, so I can only carry them with me." Clement replied.

"You must have read every book here dozens of times." After finishing his snack, Abel walked over and squatted on the ground, surprised by the number of books.

"No. I bought some books myself, and I felt distressed about them so I didn't read them much. Some bookstore owners gave me books, but I read them dozens of times." Clemont explained.

Abel looked up at him with disgust and said, "A selected elite among the dignified Calradian soldiers. How do you know how to save money for yourself?"

"I carefully save all the reward money given by the army." Clemont said with a smile: "The book money is also collected from the rewards given to us by the generals."

Abel rolled his eyes at him and sat back on his stool. After sitting for a while, I really couldn't sit still. Then he asked Clemont: "Why did you ask me to accompany you to this military camp to find books?"

"I have an illustrated book that seems to have been lost." Clemont said with a bit of anxiety in his eyes, and his hands were rummaging through the pile of books faster and faster.

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

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

"Don't you and Commander DeWitt both conclude that Gilbert is the crown prince of the elves? Why are you still looking for 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." The prison bird sealed in the cage appeared in Clemont's mind, and he vaguely said his guess.

"I see." After understanding the current situation, Abel followed Clemont to search among the books.

"What's the name of that book?"

"Encyclopedia of Nature."

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

"Stop talking nonsense and help me find it quickly."

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