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Blue sky and white clouds, cool breeze blowing, lying on the thick soft grassland, full stomach and light body, Cecil experienced the comfort for the first time since crossing.

A shadow appeared beside him, and Langdon's gentle voice sounded: "Tell me about what happened during this time, Commander Cecil.",

Yes, there is still this mess.

Cecil sat up, thought for a moment, and made a poor beginning: "I had a magical accident..."

"I know, level seven." Langdon smiled, "Tell me about Gota Town."

Cecil had to bite the bullet and recount the matter, of course not so affectionately, but just recounted the matter dryly. Langdon listened carefully and did not respond.

After listening, Langdon changed the topic: "Why did you think of Jianguo?"

Ok?

Cecil was stunned for a moment, then had an idea, and said, "Well, because I don't have magic anymore, but I want to eat delicious food..."

"Why don't you come back to the temple?" Langdon interrupted Cecil's prevarication.

The ghost knows where the temple is, not to mention that I am not myself, am I not throwing myself into a trap when I go back?

Cecil said helplessly: "I forgot, because of magical accidents, I forgot many things."

Langdon pondered for a moment: "Was the magic accident before or after the destruction of Gota Town?"

This is what is called, a lie must be covered with more lies.

Cecil was already quite speechless from the question, and it took a long time before he said: "It...before."

Langdon nodded, got up and left without another word.

Before Cecil had time to catch his breath, the leading elk came over from the grass, and the horse asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

"The matter of Gota Town." Cecil said weakly.

"Oh, he also asked me just now." The lead elk said excitedly, "That is indeed a big event!"

"Well, he...he asked you too?!" Cecil sat up suddenly, "What did you say?"

"Of course you told me!" The magic elk said confidently, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, don't worry, our memory is very good, and I guarantee that I won't repeat a word wrong!"

Fuck it, it's over!

Cecil hugged his head and huddled. The version he told the elk was a story at all. Not only did it have a lot of shameful emotional descriptions, but it didn't sound like amnesia at all. At least he still remembered his comrades.

Langdon shouldn't be so careful, right?

...But if he was not careful, he wouldn't have asked the magic elk first!

Cecil looked up at the sky, and began to think about what would happen if he was found to be a time traveler. Judging from the description of the original Cecil, time travel would not be regarded as a monster in this world, but he is not himself. It's a certainty, no matter how you think about it, it won't be the appearance of being treated kindly!

Reminiscent of Langdon's attitude of wanting to kill Luther without saying a word when he first arrived, Cecil felt very guilty, and this worry was relieved when the smell of meat came again.

smell good--

Cecil was full just now, but he couldn't help salivating when he smelled the smell again. Human beings are born with the innate pursuit of meat. He walked back to the kolba with the idea that he was going to die anyway, and found that it was Langdon. At the barbecue, it occurred to me that this man hadn't eaten yet after all his busy schedule.

He walked over to the grill and sat down, watching Langdon turn the meat intently. This simple grilling procedure can be mastered as long as he reads it once. The elks ate their stomachs full, and sat on their knees while entering the state of Buddhism.

"The Knights sent you here to investigate the magical disaster that occurred here." Langdon said slowly while roasting, "It seems that you have indeed encountered it, but the three knights have died, and you have encountered a magical accident. ...Although this magical accident is still to be discussed, it is very likely that it was some kind of magical disaster, and it is untestable now. You only have a weak magical induction on your body. Although I am glad that you survived, life without magic is very difficult Yes." After speaking, he glanced at Luther.

Luther lowered his eyelids, looking pure and pure.

Cecil was very angry when he saw it. Before Langdon came, this guy was very active, all kinds of cynicism. When Langdon came, this guy immediately became very well-behaved, like a grandson.

After Langdon explained this, he said: "Of course, we will not give up any upright knight. In order to observe the possible magic disaster here, I have already reported to the Knights and will be stationed here for a period of time. On the one hand It is to protect you, and on the other hand, I also want to complete this work. When the magic disaster occurs again, we can finish the observation work and return to the temple, and your magic accident can also be checked in detail."

Cecil's heart was ups and downs following Langdon's words, like riding a roller coaster. When he heard the final conclusion, he almost couldn't get up. Fortunately, the current state is still good. It's time to ask about the sheepskin scroll.

Cecil secretly heaved a sigh of relief, looking at the meat on the grill, he felt a little greedy again, Langdon grilled the meat without haste and ate it. People of two worlds.

"This method is very good, but it's too troublesome." Langdon swallowed the meat in his mouth before speaking, absolutely unable to speak, "Magic is more convenient."

"Yes, yes." Luther held his stinky feet, "The meat made by advanced meat-eating magic is very convenient, and it will always be so delicious. The top magic..."

"How many kinds of food can magic make?" Cecil interrupted Luther's eloquence.

Luther was stunned for a moment, and said: "As far as I know... there are probably more than 100 kinds."

Cecil smiled contemptuously: "Can a hundred kinds of food be called food? I can make a hundred ways to eat tofu alone."

"So what?" Luther said calmly, "You need so many processes and even fire to eat a meal of meat, but magic can be used anytime and anywhere, and it doesn't require any tools. It's so delicious when it's produced."

Cecil's eyes were full of contempt at this time: "Looking at your talent, what is this barbecue? Anyway, I will let you try other good things when I have a chance in the future, let alone crab roe or fish tofu will lift you up to heaven."

After finishing the harsh words, think again carefully.

Fuck, this place is short of water, it seems that it is not easy to grow beans?Besides, where can I find beans?

Cecil, who was thinking about tofu-related delicacies, suddenly met Langdon's eyes, and his heart trembled.

Fuck, is it okay for me to dance like this?Is it okay to say all these words that the aborigines don't know?Does this count as self-violence?

Cecil stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth while thinking wildly. As soon as he put it in his mouth, a nauseating feeling of nausea surged up, and it was hard to suppress it.

Fuck me, I'm going to throw up after eating...

Cecil finally settled down after three consecutive times. He honestly watched Langdon roast and eat the last bit of cut meat. This brunch was considered a perfect end.The magic elks also licked the cold barbecue table. Cecil's eyelids twitched when he saw it. He decided to rub the barbecue table with water and roast it again to disinfect it. The tongues of these deer don't know how many things they licked. There may be feces!

However, it is good to have tools. Without the dagger and broadsword that Langdon brought, the brine would not come up, and the salt would not be available, let alone the barbecue station.

Cecil stared at the dagger hanging from Langdon's belt, sneaked back into the house and took out the parchment: [Where is my knight's long dagger? ] That's how Langdon described it.

【sold. 】

Cecil:? ?

[Why did you sell it? 】

[In order to raise funds for research on time travel. 】

Cecil suddenly realized another possibility: [Your uniform won't be sold too, right? 】

【sold. 】

[Also to raise money? 】

【I do not understand what you mean. 】

[Why sell uniforms? 】

[In order to raise funds for research on time travel. 】

Cecil was silent, so, in order to bring him over, the original Cecil had spent all his wealth and even sold his underwear. No wonder the sacrificed comrades were not surprised to see him in tattered clothes.

[Can these things be sold? 】 Cecil was puzzled.

Yuan Cecil's answer was very chic: [I'm leaving anyway, why do you care about these things? 】

Cecil: "..."

[Where did you sell it? 】Cecil is unwilling to give up and wants to redeem it. Maybe he can get it back after researching something useful in the future?

The original Cecil's answer is reasonable: [Gota Town. 】

In that case, all his things had been wiped out, and there was nothing left.

"Cecil Knight Commander." Langdon's voice sounded behind him, almost scaring Cecil out of his wits, "I have already reported to the temple."

Cecil turned around quickly and stared at Langdon with a look of horror on his face. The parchment in his hand was either hidden or not hidden.Langdon looked normal, and it was only then that he remembered that there was nothing strange about the parchment being a tool for communicating with the Temple.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "I checked these, and I always feel that something is missing."

Langdon nodded: "You are indeed missing a lot of things. At first I thought Luther stole them when you were in an accident. Although he kept stressing that he didn't do that, he is a wild man after all. Looking at it now, It should be that you have done something before, the destruction of Gota town cut off all the clues, and there are probably only us people left in this area besides Ebo, so now there is no other way but to wait."

Cecil was terrified when he heard Langdon talk about it. Fortunately, nothing happened that he couldn't handle. Then, let's focus on how to live comfortably...how to build a beautiful new home.

Eating is temporarily settled, and the magic elk is also willing to send a sufficient amount of meat. As long as you help them barbecue, the next thing that must be solved is to live.

This is a big project, the first problem is that there are no tools.

Nothing works without tools.

Cecil decided to start by improving the bed.

The fresh grass is full of juice and full of toughness. The grass covered on the bed has dried up and its toughness has declined, but it’s okay. You can get a mat with a little treatment, which is better than bugs crawling everywhere. The beds are better.

Cecil moved all the grass out and spread it out to bask in the sun. Don’t think about washing it. The puddles are too far away. What’s more, he’s not sure if the grass will change after being soaked in water. Many people in this place The setting cannot be set by the common sense of the earth.

"What are you doing?" Langdon's pleasant magnetic voice sounded a little haunted.