Neither of them was a very lively person. One of them was busy flipping through the thick, damaged and yellowed book at hand while eating, while the other was staring at the campfire, as if in a daze.
"Come, little girl, have some hot soup." After the girl sat down, a bearded uncle handed her a bowl of hot potato soup.
"Thank you." Loran Hill took the hot bowl and smelled a slight burnt smell. It seemed that it had been cooked for quite some time.
After a simple dinner, the mercenaries were assigned their duties, and Loran Hill was assigned to guard the first half of the night.
At night, the caravan members returned to their tents to sleep one after another, and only a few people were left by the campfire.
The flames crackled as people sat on wooden blocks beside the campfire. Some checked their belongings, while others touched their weapons in the firelight to see if there were any curled edges or dullness that needed to be polished.
"How old is the girl? She's working at this age." The bearded uncle sat opposite the campfire and asked the dazed Loran Hill.
"Me? Probably 17." The girl said this against her will, her conscience aching slightly.
"It does look similar." He picked up a branch and poked the dim fire.
"Didn't you go for further studies? At your age, you should be making the most progress."
"Well, I want to make some money first and exercise."
"It's good to exercise, but if you want to make money, it's better to take this opportunity to practice to a higher sequence. By then, even if you are at home, there will be people sending you money and asking you for help." The uncle said his own old experience.
"Forget it. I haven't made anything of myself, so I'd better not give you any random advice, haha." Then, he seemed to remember something and touched the back of his head.
"You guys sit here now, I'll go for my routine inspection." After a while, he picked up the rough sword at his side and walked into the night.
At this time, the campfire became quiet again. Under the summer night sky, the sound of crickets could be heard from the surrounding grass from time to time. The field illuminated by the fire was dark and there was no end in sight.
After sitting for a while, the girl looked at the other two people. One of them was the young man with the scimitar. He was now gently stroking the blade in his hand. The bright arc blade reflected the firelight and shone brightly.
"It's a good knife." Another mercenary on the opposite side held the sword, leaned against the cargo box, squinted his eyes and looked across the campfire, and said his inner evaluation.
The young man holding the knife did not respond, but slowly sheathed the knife and placed it on his knees again.
This knife seems to be somewhat damaged. Luo Lanxier's light blue eyes gently examined the virtual screen in his sight, which gave an evaluation of the knife.
[Dusk Scimitar] (Incomplete Gold Grade): Forged by a master craftsman hundreds of years ago, it is now damaged in many places and the patterns and magic arrays are also incomplete, but the surface has been repaired and looks as good as new.
Compared to this nice scimitar, the young man's strength is average, only War Sequence 3, and his evaluation is only Excellent Bronze level.
After observing for a moment, Roland Hill withdrew his gaze. The old man returned, but unlike before, the sword on his shoulder now bore two large fish, which trembled from time to time, their tails fanning up a trail of water. Although they still appeared to be moving, the two fish had already been dealt with.
"I took a walk by the river while on patrol and caught two fish for a midnight snack." He sat down again, picked up two branches, skewered the fish, and roasted them by the campfire.
"After it's grilled, each of us will have half a piece so we can 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 emit an enticing aroma, and the other two people turned their attention to the grilled fish that was gradually turning brown.
"Haha, it's almost done, no rush." The uncle smiled when he saw the two people looking at him, then divided the grilled fish into two halves, skewered them with branches, and handed them to them.
"Thank you." At this time, the silent young man finally spoke. His voice was unexpectedly clear, which was inconsistent with his dull appearance.
It was not until then that the atmosphere gradually became lively as several people ate fish.
"Where is this little brother from?"
"I'm from Red Heart Province."
"No wonder, the accent is so correct."
Hearing this, Loran Hill keenly noticed that the young man frowned, then quickly relaxed, as if he didn't want to attract other people's attention.
Then another mercenary started chatting with the uncle. Both of them had been in the mercenary business for a long time and had a lot of common topics, from the climate in the south of the empire to what kind of monsters would appear in which season, from the character of northern women to the high quality of swords in a certain workshop. In short, they talked about everything under the sun.
Although Loran Hill couldn't get a word in, he still learned a lot of useful knowledge.
He was also listening with his ears perked up. At this time, the girl realized that the young man was not in a daze but was really listening seriously. It turned out that he was also a novice, but he was just better at disguising himself.
Judging from his appearance, he probably didn't have much travel experience, like the child of a wealthy family. However, judging by the Transcendental Sequence he cultivated, it was quite ordinary, and his body showed no signs of training, not like the carefully trained child of an aristocrat. It felt a bit contradictory, Loran Hill briefly analyzed.
At this moment, she suddenly realized something, glanced around briefly, and slowly placed her hand on the hilt of the sword.
A few partridge-like bird calls came from the distant mountains and forests. If you didn't listen carefully, they would probably be drowned out by the chirping of insects around.
Loran Hill hesitated for a few seconds, wondering whether to notify others or pretend to go on patrol and solve the problem along the way.
"Thank you for the grilled fish, uncle. I'll go on patrol too." The girl with golden ponytail stood up in the slightly surprised eyes of several people and took the initiative to ask for patrol.
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