They all call me master

Why do Arthur and the 'Bloodspawn' play a double act?

Of course it’s because of the audience!

The group of stalkers driven away by the snakes retreated, but there was still something left behind.

With the help of Fujin's eyes, Arthur could see clearly.

Therefore, Arthur decided to reveal more information——

Not only the cooperative relationship between him and the 'Descendants of Blood' needs to be known to more people, but also the matter of his 'healing from serious injuries' also needs to be known to more people.

The former is to reassure people.

These people include, but are not limited to, Malinda.

Of course, this woman’s priority is highest.

After all, the other party brought him the most benefits.

And the latter?

To some extent, it is more important than the former.

Arthur knew everything about his own strength.

Under extremely special circumstances, he is fearless, but under normal circumstances, he is like a paper giant that can be broken by a poke.

And there are naturally very few situations that can be called special.

For the most part, it's still normal.

Therefore, he needs to create some more favorable fighting conditions for himself.

Anyone who faces a guy who is seriously injured will take it lightly.

And this gave him the opportunity.

Of course, what is more important is your own strength.

‘It’s quick, it’s quick.

Tonight is the full moon! ’

Arthur thought in his heart, put Pendragon back in the cage, took out the shovel from the carriage and started to bury the body - the 'blooddescendant' had already touched the body for him.

With continuous use, Arthur became more and more familiar with the power of 'The Descendants of Blood'.

The control of power also began to become more refined.

At least, when covering the enemy with the power of frost, one can 'feel' whether there are any valuable items in the corpse's arms and body.

Just like Xin Kejie being buried.

There are no real secret magic props on his body, but there are two scrolls, but they have been damaged under the cover of the power of frost.

‘As a consultant who is an old lion in Neiwan, he is so poor. He must be the least valued among the consultants.

It is precisely because of this that I came to Nanlos to try my luck, hoping to make a major discovery and win the favor of the old lion. ’

Just like Count Nanlos’ ‘staff’.

The Grand Duke of Neiwan also has a similar existence, which is called the "Advisory Group".

Similarly, such an 'advisory group' also has levels. 'Ordinary Advisors', 'Silver Mane Advisors' and 'Golden Mane Advisors' are the three levels known to the outside world, corresponding to the 'one level' of Earl of Nanlos. Sixteen Staff Group', 'Sixty-six Staff Group' and 'Staff Group'.

Of course, these are external claims.

Be well known to the outside world.

Arthur guessed that in addition to these, there must be existences that are not known to the outside world.

However, those are not what he can contact now.

All he wanted now was for it to get dark as soon as possible.

He is looking forward to the changes that the ritual [Cat Orange] will bring to him.

‘Hope it’s not too bad! ’

Facing this critical moment, even Arthur was a little nervous, and the best way to relieve his nervousness was to eat or pet the cat.

As it happens, Arthur has both of these conditions.

After laying the body of the Inner Bay consultant to rest and confirming that the 'eye' disappeared, Arthur set up an iron pot and began to cook 'dry food' - a kind of military food similar to what Arthur knew. Cookie food.

You only need to boil water, put it in, and cook it repeatedly to form a food similar to 'porridge'.

Of course, don't expect great taste.

But enough to fill your stomach.

In the early days of the Seven Years' War, he was widely praised by recruits, but by the end of the Seven Years' War, he was disliked by the vast majority of veterans.

The same people are the same people who give it good reviews and those who dislike it.

However, there are also some alternative ones that I always love.

For example: Maltz.

The dry food was given by Maltz, and it was a full cloth bag.

In the words of the old police chief, ‘This is a month’s ration for a normal individual soldier, and taking it with you on the road will make you feel at ease’.

Arthur agreed.

He knows very well that when a person is truly hungry, he is no longer a human being.

All ethics and morals will be thrown out the window.

All that's left is...

eat!

What to eat?

unimportant.

As long as it’s food.

Arthur stirred the spoon. The porridge in the iron pot was bland and tasteless. He began to add sugar to it - anything would be delicious as long as it becomes sweet.

Simon also recognized this.

The trainee police officer who had shot two hares was twitching his nose as soon as he came back.

"smell good!"

The sweet smell motivated the trainee police officer to go to the stream to skin and remove the internal organs - the rabbit in early autumn had become plump, especially the hind legs, and the fine fat turned into liquid grease under the heat of the flames. , as the iron drill rotates, it flows throughout the body.

When a large amount of pepper, salt and cumin are sprinkled on it, the aroma of the oil is instantly activated, making those who smell it swallow their saliva involuntarily.

"consultant."

The trainee police officer handed the fatter leg to Arthur and chose the other one.

The forelegs, which have never been seasoned, belong to Pendragon.

The two of them and the cat were having lunch happily.

In the afternoon, Arthur spread out the soft sheepskin blanket, lay directly on it, hugged Pendragon and fell asleep.

Last night was Arthur's vigil, so it was natural to catch up on some sleep at this time.

Simon didn't complain at all and began to tidy up the surroundings gently and picked up more firewood.

By the time the trainee police officer picked up the firewood for the fourth time, the sky had gradually darkened.

When the fire in the firepit started to fire due to the addition of firewood, the sun had completely set.

As night fell, Arthur let go of the struggling Pendragon, letting the kitten look at him with disgust, and then began to lick its fur.

Arthur waited patiently, and when Pendragon finished licking his hair, the young 'psychic medium' who had been waiting for a long time deliberately licked Pendragon from head to toe with his hands full of water.

The kitten's green eyes stared at Arthur, eyes full of disbelief.

His mouth was meowing, filled with dissatisfaction.

But in the end, I had no choice but to lick my hair again.

"Counsellor, you and Pan have such a good relationship!"

Simon, who had already prepared dinner on the side, had envy on his face.

“Trust me, having a cat makes you happy!

You can also raise one! "

Arthur gives advice to trainee police officers.

Immediately, the trainee police officer scratched his head.

He wanted to too.

But living in the police dormitory, he did not have such conditions.

‘When I become a full-time employee and have a real single dormitory, I will also have a cat! ’

The trainee police officer thought so in his heart.

There was no need to elaborate on the simple dinner. He refused the trainee police officer’s request to stay vigil on the grounds that ‘you need to drive tomorrow’, and quietly waited for the other party to fall into a deep sleep. Arthur stood up and walked to the fire pit.

He put six pieces of Pendragon's whiskers, a piece of fresh catnip, a piece of Polygonum striata, 50 grams of salt, and 100 grams of dried fish into a clean cast iron pot according to the [Cat Orange] ritual.

When the six beards were completely integrated into the salt, Arthur pounded the remaining materials vigorously.

Then, he took out the golden acorn and carefully put it into the pot.

After doing all this, the young 'psychic medium' took a slight breath and waited for the changes.

Ten seconds later——

Meow~

The crisp and delicate meow of a cat made Arthur's face happy.