My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Sir Lothar!"

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When Ma Long walked to the small square, the soldiers of the West Springs Garrison nodded to Ma Long; as for the other refugees, they did not notice Ma Long's existence-this is exactly what Ma Long hopes to see, he can I don't want anyone to be scared by Rubes.

Richard the Beard sat with the soldiers of the West Springs Garrison, and Elro Eberlock sat beside the old friend.

Malone came to sit next to Paul, and before he could speak, the guy stood up.

"Ahem, Ms. Altea, sit here!"

Paul said to Altea with “eyesight”.

"Oh!"

Altea happily sat beside Malone-even though she didn't know why Paul gave her seat, it made her feel very good and her impression of Paul was better.

"Ahem... do you need to give up your seat?"

Paul looked at Rubes, who was crouching behind Malone, scratched his head, and asked in a low voice.

"Haha..."

The soldiers of the West Springs Garrison couldn't help laughing. Rubes raised his head, his brown pupils shrank, showing a dazed expression-what are these two-legged flesh laughing?

"Okay, don't be poor, sit down quickly! It's okay, don't keep teasing Rubes, be careful it bites you!"

Malone yelled at Paul with a smile.

"Hey Hey."

While smiling dryly, Paul found a seat to sit down-he didn't feel embarrassed. It is important to be brave and good at fighting in the army, but to please the chief is the best shortcut to promotion!

"Why haven't Vera and the others come out... Damn, my saliva is about to drown myself!"

Richard the Beard rolled up his sleeve and said rudely.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Richard, I ask you, how is the recruitment of the militia?"

Elro Eberlock took the opportunity to chat about business while comforting his old friend.

"How? How can there be anything? After Sir Lothar said that, even the old man in his fifties asked me to sign up for the army... I carefully screened and reduced the number to 90. They are all lads under thirty. Sir Lothar, when do you think we will start training? Tomorrow?"

Richard the Beard answered while throwing the subject to Malone.

"so much?"

Ma Long asked in surprise-the total number of refugees is less than 300, excluding the wounded, young and middle-aged people actually accounted for one-third?(To be continued.)

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"This is too small for me!"

Richard the Beard murmured dissatisfiedly.

"After all, it's an escape. Those who don't have strong men... it's hard to escape."

Noting the doubt on Malone's face, Elro Eberlock explained in a low voice.

"Anyway, we have already escaped here, and it doesn't look like there are orcs around... Maybe in the future, this place will be really safe. But we can't take it lightly, we have to be able to protect ourselves. , Sir Lothar, these lads will be handed over to you!"

Richard the Beard knocked on the table top of the long table and yelled loudly-it was really emotional to say that Richard the Beard had even forgotten when he last ate at the table.

"Well... leave these people to me for training, are there enough people in town?"

Ma Long asked musingly.

"Of course enough, the rest are not all old guys, and Vera and the others... Honestly speaking, we are the most useless in town, those women are much better than us!"

Richard the Beard said with a laugh.

"Well, starting tomorrow, Paul and I will start training our own militia... Fortunately, there are enough armors and weapons in the warehouse. We don't have to worry about the equipment."

Ma Long nodded and said.

"As for the others... I don't think just two weeks of fleeing will not make everyone forget what they were doing before the war. I will also start counting tomorrow to see what strength everyone can contribute to this camp."

Elro Eberlock took Malone's words and said.

As the leader of the refugee team said, these refugees had their own business before the outbreak of the war—whether they were blacksmiths, carpenters or clerks, they could come in handy in this desperate night town.

"It's definitely okay. In this town... there are enough supplies for thousands of people. Save some. We can live well here."

Ma Long nodded, encouraging everyone present.

"Actually... Although you are right, Sir Lothar, I don't think your words are convincing."

Elro Eberlock suddenly said such a sentence.

Everyone here was stunned, including Altea, the daughter of Elro Eberlock, no one knew why the leader of the refugee team would antagonize Malone.

"At least... There is no convincing fragrant bread that Vera personally baked, haha!"

In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Elro Eberlockhaha laughed and revealed the answer-it turned out he was just showing off his sense of humor-although the joke was somewhat too cold.

"Are you talking about me?"

When everyone couldn't help laughing at Elro Eberlock's lame joke, Vera's soft voice came from behind Malone.

The one who came with this beautiful cook was exactly what Elro Eberlock said-the long overdue fresh bread.

"The Holy Light is on...I think I can eat a whole basket..."

Looking at the yellow bread that Vera brought up and placed on the table, Richard the Beard yelled, while swallowing droolingly.

But everyone was in no mood to laugh at Richard, because their reactions were similar; even more exaggerated, a few young people actually left tears of excitement when they tasted the long-lost, soft bread.

——Two weeks ago, no one in the refugee team felt that they could still eat fragrant bread; for these refugees, this dinner meant not only improving food, but also starting their lives anew.

——It's the real life, not the days of precariousness, fear, food and sleep, and exhaustion in the past two weeks.

"Sir Lothar, how does this bread taste?"

Vera put the bread on the table, but did not leave, but stood behind Malone and asked with a smile.

"Very well, I have never had such delicious bread!"

Malone answered seriously.