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This "statue" should be the Knight Templar sent to Cecil by the Gay Knights. Although I don't know where the Temple is or what kind of knight it is, the man came firmly.

From a distance, Cecil could only see the gleaming appearance of this man's body. It could be so shining under the moonlight, which showed that the clothes must have a lot of gold.Luther knelt in front of this man, kneeling solemnly, with his hands stretched out in front of him. It was more like surrender than kneeling, and the three wild children disappeared.

What are you doing?Won't be killed?

Cecil would not have any expectations for the three morals of the Gay Knights who only sent an "oh" after the three knights were destroyed. However, he still decided to give it a go. Judging from the information he has obtained so far, the living environment in this world is beyond imagination. He has a "country", meat, salt and barley, and he really can't bear to give up this little wealth.

Cecil approached from behind the Templars. Judging from his back, this man had a really good figure. He was strong and powerful but not overbearing. He stood upright and had a weapon. A large sword with a Ruby, wide-faced and thin-edged.

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the Templar stuck the blade into the mud and placed it in front of him, standing still like this.

Cecil walked over cautiously, and before he reached the fence, the Templar seemed to sense something and turned around.

What the hell!

Cecil stared blankly at the Templar's face, with only one thought in his mind: I want this man!I want this man!I want this man!

With blue eyes like lake water, thin cheeks and slightly raised corners of the mouth, his facial features are not in perfect proportions but have a suffocating strange beauty. The slightly slender facial lines and gentle expression exude a goddamn beauty. Sultry appeal.

I feel that no matter how big it is, as long as this man is around, there will be no problem—it is an incredible skill to be able to create such an impression just by appearance.

"Cecil Knight Commander." Coupled with a deep and magnetic voice, it is even more convincing, "You are fine."

Cecil was suddenly moved. Fortunately, he traveled through time, fortunately came here, so he can pursue this man openly!Ah, God... no, how should I put it, Yuelao, thank you!In the future, if I have the opportunity, I will invite you to travel to another world!

"Well, I'm fine!" Cecil hurried over, grabbing the Templar's hand and shaking it up and down, "Please tell me your name!"

The Templar raised his eyebrows, looked at Cecil with scrutiny for a moment, then turned to Luther and said, "Get up."

Luther got up, with a bad face on his face: "As I said, he really had a magical accident! You see, he can't even translate magic!"

"The wildlings are untrustworthy." The Templar naturally withdrew his hand without any embarrassment, "Cecil Knight Commander, you have worked hard. I am Templar Langdon Chris, and leave it to me."

Cecil was on the verge of tears, handsome and dependable and absolutely adorable, nothing more.He saw Langdon raise his sword and swing it down at Luther's head——

"Wait a minute!" Cecil hugged the Templar's chest, well, it was wide and thick enough, "Don't!"

No matter how handsome you are, don't be so cruel!

Although there was a language barrier, Cecil's actions still expressed the meaning very well. Langdon raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

Why such a natural attitude?

Why don't you explain that we are friends!

Cecil winked wildly at Luther, but he didn't expect this guy to completely ignore the disheartened expression on his face.In desperation, he had no choice but to grab Luther's arm and act as a good brother.

Langdon looked at it and said, "Although the knight order does not prohibit falling in love with people outside the order, wild folk are not included."

Cecil twitched the corners of his mouth and grinned an ugly smile, which was all he could do to save Luther's life.

"Since you insist, let's leave it at that for now." Langdon withdrew his sword, "I will cast the interpretation spell for you tomorrow when I have a magic slot, and I'll talk about it later."

This suits Cecil very well. He was tired and sleepy after walking such a long distance, so he nodded and went into the house and fell asleep until dawn.He opened his eyes again, the genius was bright, he stretched his tired body and walked out of the mud hut. The first thing he saw was Langdon who was cutting the fence not far away. After looking carefully, he found that Langdon was using the broadsword to take out the knife. After the branches were trimmed, he felt relieved.

The equipment of the Templars is really different from that of ordinary people. Seeing Langdon's neat movements of cutting hard branches, Cecil couldn't help sighing.

"Morning, did you sleep well last night?" Sensing the movement, Langdon raised his head and gave Cecil a smile. He had already taken off the fine attire he wore last night. The trousers and short tops are a bit like ancient Chinese clothes. After all, people only have two arms and two legs, and no matter how much they change their clothes, they can't change anything.

Cecil smiled.

"Oh, come here." Langdon beckoned.

Cecil walked over without knowing why, and a shadow fell down unexpectedly, his lips were heavy, and something pressed up, warm and dry.

What the fuck? !

Cecil retreated reflexively and said, "What are you doing?"

Langdon said naturally: "Translate magic for you."

Cecil was stunned for a moment: "Is it necessary to use interpreting magic like this?"

"Isn't it like this in the Knights? Have you completely forgotten?" Langdon frowned, "How big of a magical accident did you have?"

Cecil bit the bullet and said, "Level seven, I forgot many things."

Langdon nodded: "No wonder, that wild man told me last night that you can't even use translation magic. I wonder if he killed someone to silence him."

Cecil said resentfully: "It's just... I really forgot a lot of things, and Luther is my friend."

"Friend?" Langdon glanced over meaningfully, "Sure enough, you have forgotten a lot of things, and you actually regard the wild folk as your friends."

Cecil still wanted to argue, but suddenly there was a grunting sound in his stomach. He hadn't had a serious meal in the past few days, and he felt unbearably hungry right now.

"Where's the cow leg you brought back last night?" Cecil looked around.

"It's behind the house." Luther's voice came from outside the fence, but he didn't know when it came, but he didn't dare to go into the fence, "Get ready!"

Cecil was full of energy all of a sudden, and ran to the back of the house to look at the cow's leg, and was blinded by the scene of the flies flying around. He looked left and right, and finally settled on Langdon's sword.

Probably because Cecil's eyes were too obvious, Langdon took the initiative to ask, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to divide the meat." Cecil said.

Langdon pulled out a dagger from his cuff. The hilt was also carved with complicated patterns. The body of the dagger shone with a faint blue light, which was poisonous at a glance.

"This...isn't poisonous?" Cecil said cautiously.

Langdon's movements paused, and he withdrew the dagger dumbfoundingly: "Let me come, do you still want to light a fire? Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, I can share your magic bread..."

"No!" Cecil said firmly, he couldn't help swallowing when he thought of meat, "I must eat meat today!"

The process of making a fire today was much smoother than yesterday. A bonfire was carefully lit, and a square stove was built with shaved hardwood, and the wild children were told to pay attention to the fire and add wood at any time—Langdon was not so cruel, but The wild children drove away.

Cecil looked at the sun and decided to make a short sprint. The salt well was closer to the mud hut than the rhino herd. It was only about 800 to [-] meters, but it was slowly going up.He hasn't been able to get the brine up yet, and he hasn't thought of how to make a well barrel, but the salty mud along the well can be used: melt it into the water, filter it, and see if it can get salty water.

It might be dirty and bitter, but at the thought of salt and barbecue, Cecil couldn't help salivating too much, and couldn't stop the impulse at all.

"I'm going to dig for salt," Cecil said to Langdon.

A Templar is a Templar, Luther chopped off his leg and made it look like a psycho killer, Langdon used a small dagger to cut the flesh but there was no blood stains, only the tips of his fingers were a little red.

"Is there a salt mine near here?" Langdon asked in surprise.

"There's a salt well." Cecil hesitated, and said, "Do you have any tools to hold water?"

"No." Langdon said bluntly.

"Then what about drinking water along the way?" Cecil asked.

"Magic bread, magic water."

"..."

Cecil decided not to ask such stupid questions again.

"But if you want something to hold water, I have a solution." Langdon walked back to the front yard, picked up a piece of hardwood that was as thick as an arm, thrust a dagger into the center, and with a twist of his wrist, dug up the hardwood. It became something like a bamboo tube, "Is this okay?"

"Yes, yes!" Cecil looked at the gorgeous dagger jealously, "Your dagger is not bad."

"Everything above a knight commander should have one." Langdon said, "What about yours?"

Cecil didn't expect to dig a hole for himself, so he said bravely, "Forgot."

Luckily Langdon didn't press the question.

Cecil ran out quickly, and after a while, Luther followed sneakily: "Why didn't you tell me that you belonged to the Gay Knights?"

Cecil looked confused: "Didn't you say I'm gay?"

This time it was Luther's turn to be confused: "When did I say you were gay?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and soon realized the problem.

"What does gay mean in your native language?" Luther asked.

"Men and men fall in love." Cecil also didn't understand, "Could it be that gay has other meanings?"

"No, there is another meaning when gays and knights are linked together." Luther showed a look of fear, "In short, gay knights are an extremely powerful knights with a long history, which is very important. Rare."

Having experienced so much, Cecil also understands that it is not easy to maintain an organization for a long time in this world, and he is a little puzzled at the moment: Is there anything different about the Gay Knights?

It's a pity that there are too many people to see, and there is no suitable place to use the parchment, so he was hidden under the straw that made the bed.

The two chatted miscellaneously along the way, followed yesterday's signpost to the salt well, and saw several magic elks licking salt. Seeing him passing by, a resembling a leading elk greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Knight."

Cecil said casually: "Good morning, have you eaten? Didn't we eat together?"

"Okay." The magic elk immediately said, "Going to your house?"

Cecil: "..."

Why am I so cheap!