They all call me master

Chapter 805 The Ascension of Insects III

Late at night, outside Pulte Harbor.

The sound of water flowing in the inland river can be heard clearly. The members of the 'Inland River God Cult' are stationed on patrol under the arrangement of their respective leaders. Although some elderly believers have the 'privilege' of going to bed early, these believers will not do this. On the contrary, they are the most active and persistent.

Not just because of faith, but also because...

They are taboo about being called old.

The older you get, the more it becomes like this.

However, one person is an exception.

Mr. Gwen.

The old gentleman who calls himself a 'historian' is currently half-leaning on a soft bed, allowing his feet to fully stretch out after taking off his boots. He is leaning on the brazier - he was on his way again before. It's hidden again, even if Mr. Gwen's boots were made of cowhide, they would have been soaked through.

The cold river water completely made this old gentleman realize what it means to be "bitterly cold".

“Lisa, do you have hot cocoa?

I feel like I'm still a little cold. "

Mr. Gwen asked his wife, his tone inexplicably a little bit coquettish.

Mrs. Gwen rolled her eyes at her husband.

"I told you, you don't have to come, you have to come."

There were complaints in her mouth, but Mrs. Gwen quickly brought hot cocoa—Mrs. Gwen had been making hot cocoa outside when the brazier was lit.

As for why not on the fire pit in the tent?

Mrs. Gwen said the foot-smelling hot cocoa was too much to swallow.

Even if someone has pursued coffee that tastes like shit.

Mrs. Gwen said that she was just a normal person with ordinary hobbies. The most adventurous thing in her life was joining the "Inland River Cult" with her husband.

More?

Really no more.

"Thank you, Lisa.

Without you, I don't know what I would do.

In the next life, let me meet you again, okay? "

Holding the cup of hot cocoa and taking a sip, Mr. Gwen smiled playfully.

Mrs. Gwen poked Mr. Gwen with her finger several times, and then added more firewood to the brazier—these were just delivered by the young people in the church.

Also delivered are jerky, corn and fresh vegetables including hot cocoa.

Mrs. Gwen was surprised when she saw the fresh vegetables.

In this lady's opinion, the 'Inland River God's Cult' was an organization that held together for warmth in the beginning, not only to fight against river pirates and fellow travelers, but also to have more room for maneuver under the taxation of the nobles, but now it has changed , becoming more and more powerful.

I don’t know in the future...

Inexplicably, this lady was worried.

But the next moment, the lady's hand was held by her husband.

Mr. Gwen still smiled, but his voice lowered——

“Don’t worry, it won’t happen.

That gentleman and that lord are far greater than we imagine.

The 'devourer' Imola in the river was all killed by that master with one sword. I can't think of anything else that can hinder that master.

Moreover, the kindness of that adult was enough to let everyone know what to do.

not to mention……"

Having said this, the old gentleman said nothing more and just pointed to the fresh vegetables in the corner.

These seemingly ordinary vegetables appear here, but they represent too many things.

That was a complete team of ‘local brothers’.

It is also a fact of ‘unity’.

As long as the next step is successful, the 'Inland River Church' will definitely take another big step forward.

‘Margrave Einhas! ’

Mr. Gwen thought silently in his heart.

The old gentleman could tell that when the Nanlos psychic medium stood up and walked to and from the stage, he must be well prepared and well thought out.

He didn't know the former.

the latter?

He can guess.

It must be an alliance with Marquis Einhas.

Or kill Margrave Einhas.

Only in this way can the 'Inland River Church' become more upright and more 'handy' - this old gentleman does not like to use the word 'ambition', and in order to match the 'mercy' of the Nanlos psychic, He chose 'handy'.

Very tactful.

Just like what he told his wife.

That kind of tact is more of a strategy than worry.

He didn't know if his words could be heard.

But you never go too far wrong.

Subconsciously, Mr. Gwen placed his boots closer to the brazier.

Dry boots can go further.

Of course, firecrackers, medicine, and dry food are also essential.

If you go from the inland river, the goal is too big.

And it’s hard to go back to South Los.

Therefore, just in case, it is better to go to Inner Bay by land.

As for more?

The old gentleman also thought that, for example, he could borrow some of the most basic coins from the surrounding brothers.

However, this is the worst case scenario.

What if this didn't happen?

What if it is the best direction?

The old gentleman thought to himself as he drank hot cocoa and waited for news. At the same time, he motioned to his wife to eat more food.

“Those fresh vegetables are nice.

Let's make vegetable porridge. "

said the old gentleman.

Mrs. Gwen didn't think much more, but she didn't mind showing off her cooking skills to her coquettish husband.

Looking at his wife's back, Mr. Gwen lowered his eyes the next moment.

'We need to find a car, preferably a donkey cart.

Otherwise, Lisa may not be able to reach the inner bay.

However, the target is too big.

It will not be safe along the way.

Do we need to win over people? '

Mr. Gwen thought.

At this moment, footsteps appeared outside the tent, followed by a young voice--

"Mr. Gwen, the high priest asked me to inform you that Mr. Grindelwald is here."

Suddenly, Mr. Gwen opened his eyes.

There was a light in his eyes.

The worst thing did not happen.

The best thing happened.

If it was the worst thing, Grindelwald would definitely not appear at this time, and the cavalry of Marquis Einhas would definitely appear.

Unable to help, the old man let out a long breath.

Then, he drank the hot cocoa, put on his boots and walked out.

"Lisa, I'll be back in a while."

The old man who walked to the tent curtain came back, hugged his wife and kissed her hard, and after being patted by his wife, he continued to walk out.

The tent curtain fell down.

Mrs. Gwen, who was cutting vegetables and washing rice, began to select dried meat,

part of which was put into this meal.

The rest was hidden in the luggage.

She didn't have as good eyesight as her husband, but she knew her husband's habits.

She knew that kind of comfort even better.

She also knew the joy just now.

She knew that things must be developing in a better direction.

But what if there are twists and turns?

So, she needed to prepare more for her husband.

At any time, it is always right to prepare more.

Thinking in her heart, Mrs. Gwen also hid more salt in the luggage.