The others were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield, and Emilya accompanied Ander back to the temporary camp.

The camp was in chaos.

There was still some residual fire in the temporarily dug out fire, and there was a red light under the stones. The wooden racks used to grill food on the fire pit had long since fallen apart.

The carriage was crooked and the tent was pulled into a big hole, which seemed to be useless.

The seven militias brought by Ender were requisitioned by Corey and they cleaned up the battlefield with other regular soldiers.

Beaver and Little were considered cultural people in the team, and were left by Trigan to help count the spoils.

The first time he used "God's will" to target such a complex battle, his mental consumption far exceeded that of Ande's expectations. At this moment, Ande was tired and wanted to plunge his head on the ground and lie down to sleep.

However, the ‘Self-Scrutiny’ system suddenly jumped out automatically. In the middle of the system panel, there was a human figure formed by a dotted line. Three-quarters of the human figure were blank, and only the calf part had a half-shocking red - this represents Ender’s current nutrient reserve.

After all, this panel is in Ende's consciousness. Even if there is only such a pattern, Ende can understand the meaning of it - the system is issuing a warning and telling Ende that the nutrients in his body are consumed extremely severely at this moment. If he does not want to cause permanent damage to the body, he must take in nutrients in time to make up for some of the consumption just now.

You should know that at least at Ende's current level, the spirit is not a sourceless water, but it really comes from itself.

The body is hardware, and the spirit is software.

When the hardware performance declines, no matter how strong the will, the spirit of a person is inevitably affected - conversely, when the energy is depressed, the operating efficiency of the hardware will also decrease.

Andre was so energetic that he picked up the scattered wooden sticks and prepared to set up a grill on the fire pit.

Amilia hurriedly came up to help: "End, are you still hungry? You can take a break first, let me do these things."

Just now, she, Telligan and Corey were having fun, but Andre only barbecued them, so he basically didn't eat much. Then the enemy suddenly attacked, and Andre faced the strong enemy alone, killing them all. This consumption can be imagined.

Thinking of this, Amilia felt a little ashamed. She took the lead when eating, but didn't help her when she was against the enemy. The daughter of the Locoway family is not a vain lady! At least she has to help now.

Ander nodded—This girl is still very eye-catching.

Amilia quickly set up the grill and found a stick to clean the fire pit.

Arrows were shot at that time. In order to prevent the fire in the fire pit from providing lighting for the archers, Tligan and Cory kicked all the stones beside the fire pit to extinguish the flames.

If these stones are not made out, the fire cannot be regenerated.

Amilia picked up the stone several times, rolled down again, smashing the remaining fire in the fire pit and splashing the sparks everywhere. Seeing that the fire was about to be completely destroyed by the stone.

Seeing Amilia's clumsy look, Ander took the stick helplessly (or the fire will be extinguished). He stretched and picked it out casually, and the stone was steadily stopped on the stick and moved to the edge of the fire pit. It was as if it was not a straight stick, but a wooden shovel.

Seeing that Ander picked out the stone so easily, Amilia's eyes turned blue with envy.

She is also a Level 4 warrior, so why don’t she know the difficulty of this move?

Although it seems easy, in fact, this move is an accurate judgment of the center of gravity and an amazing control of weapons?

If Amilia had such ability, it might not be certain whether she could become a professional, but her martial arts would definitely be better than that. No, she might have to go several levels.

Seeing that Ander had picked out several stones from the fire pit, Emilya went to find some dead grass as a guide and raised the fire again.

There is still a firewood pond next to it, so you don’t need to look for it separately.

The flames gradually rose, and Amilia looked at the flying flames and was a little dazed for a moment.

Are brothers and the others okay? Where have they been? Can the Locoway family be revitalized? What will happen to their future?

Thinking of her future, Amilia couldn't help but roll her eyes quietly and looked at the young jazz beside her with the corners of her eyes.

This young man is a little younger than himself and is already a lord who owns his own territory.

If the Locoway family had not yet fallen into decline, this identity would be worthy of itself?

Territorial nobles do not need to flatter their superiors like court titles. Their daughters usually marry knights or barons heirs to win people's hearts or join forces.

A young and genuine territory lord like Ender, who is a lord who is a lord by his own abilities, is enough to marry a daughter of a territorial viscount - because he has enough value to win over.

The flames rose, and they seemed to exceed the height of the stone beside the fire pit.

Uh, what am I thinking? Amilia laughed at herself in her heart, it's time to barbecue.

He served Sir Ander for three years, and if he could, he learned some secret skills from him, changed his job and became a Berserker, and then went to find his brother to help the Locoway family rise again - as for his own marriage, it was far less important than restoring the family's appearance.

Ender leaned against a bag.

This is what Amilia has just moved from the carriage, specifically to make him feel more comfortable.

The girl was roasting the meat and sprinkling seasonings clumsily. The seasonings sprinkled on the meat were not as good as those sprinkled on the fire.

This is probably the first time this girl is grilling for someone else? Ander thought with some amusedness.

I don’t know how the meat she baked tastes?

Ende leaned against his bag, closed his eyes and rested, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, Ender was about to fall asleep.

"End, I'm baking!"

Amilia held up a bunch of meat skewers and shouted happily.

What she didn't say was that before the skewers that were still looking at, two skewers had turned into black charcoal.

Of course, these two charcoals have now become part of the bonfire. Anyway, she saw Ender just now, and she must have not noticed it.

"Is it delicious?" As I looked at Ander and took a bite, Amilia asked happily.

"Yeah, the taste is OK."

"Ah, just okay?"

Amilia was a little unbelievable, but she added Anderson's special seasoning. At least she smelled it herself and thought the skewers were so fragrant.

"Two more strings." After eating this string, Ande said weakly.

"Yes, Master Jazz - it'll be fine soon." Amilia agreed in a long voice, and even brought out a bit of charm.

Ander ate another skewer, and when the second skewer was half eaten, the 'self-examination' system sent a signal that it was enough nutrition.

This made Ende relax and the darkness immediately submerged Ende's consciousness like a tide.

He just took the meat skewers and leaned against his bag and fell asleep.

"And?And?"

Amilia called quietly, but Ander leaned silently without any reaction.

Amilia placed the back of her index finger under Ander's nose, and the subtle and warm breath blew on Amilia's skin, relaxing her nervous expression.

Amilia gently took off the skewers in Ander's hand and looked around, and there was no one around.

Amilia suddenly became arrogant. She stood up, raised her chin and hummed twice, and pointed at Ender who was lying on her bag with half of her unfinished meat skewers: "I'm so brave, I dare to say that my baking is not delicious, hum! Because you are so tired of fighting today, I will be compassionate to bypass you this time."

"That delicious meat skewers are not delicious? Although you have bitten it, it is not good to waste it."

Amilia stared at half of the meat skewers in her hand, and muttered to herself a few words, as if she had completed some ritual. She smiled and put the remaining half of the meat skewers to her mouth, "Ahhhh" just a mouthful.

"Woo--so salty and bitter, what's going on?"

Amilia stared at her work, incredible.

Even if it is a seasoning, the more the seasonings it is, the better. Amilia knows nothing about the seasonings that Ander has configured. She depends entirely on smelling the fragrance on her nose to judge the taste. Naturally, the difference is a slight mistake.

If Ende hadn't died of exhaustion, he would have jumped up and barbecued it himself.

Amilia looked at Ende who was already asleep and was very moved. In order to comfort herself, Ende actually ate such a bad thing, and even comforted herself and said, "It's okay"?

Amilia stared at Ander's sleeping face like this, and didn't know what she was thinking for a moment.

Time passed gently, and a noise came from the carriage.

"Shh, Ender is asleep, you all are gentle." Amylia stretched out a finger and put it in front of her lips, and said dissatisfiedly.

"Everyone, be gentle."

Trigan quickly turned around and ordered.

But before he could say that everyone was up, they were afraid of waking up the powerful swordsman leaning against the fire pit and covered with a blanket.

That is awe of the strong. Anyone who participates in the battlefield knows what a terrible strong man the swordsman is.

Telligan waved to Emilya and signaled her to come.

"Emilya, these are Ender's spoils. I will be given to you later, but I will buy this armor with 300 gold coins. Do you think it's okay?"

Brothers settle the score clearly, Telligan will not be greedy for Mo Ender's spoils.

If a piece of knight armor is customized according to its figure, it will take three months or even longer. However, if it is modified with ready-made knight armor, as long as the size difference between the two sides is not outrageous, it is usually half a month - and second-hand armor is always cheaper than new armor, with the exception of the armor with stories.

Mocrae and Telligan are not far from the heights, so there is not much room for this armor to be modified. Moreover, as an old knight, this armor is better than the armor on Telligan.

(If a knight is captured, the knight's armor will definitely be confiscated as a spoil, so it is important to prepare a spare armor - without knight's armor, you cannot pay the lord's blood tax and will lose the knight's title)

"Of course, Mr. Tligan, Ander will be happy to help you." Amilia agreed.

When I was dividing the money last time, Emilia saw the respect for Telligan and Corey. Not to mention that they paid at the market price, even if it was cheaper, Ender would be willing to sell the armor to them.

Trigan nodded with satisfaction and felt relieved for the time being.

He wasn't trying to take advantage of Ender's sleep, but wanted to see how Emiliya's future jazz lady (misunderstanding) was about him and Corey.

People are old, horses are old, and rabbits are old, and guns cannot be shot when they are old.
To be continued...