Chapter 715: . The past of dark corners

"Thinking about some of the past when I was a kid." Cremont felt his throat become a little dry, and after a drink of water, he answered.
Able recalled the words that Cremont kept whispering in his mouth that day, and hesitantly asked, "Is it related to your father?"
Perhaps it's the best to say it. In Cremont's eyes, Able is a good listening object.
Silently on the moonlit night, Cremont talked to Able about his childhood abuse by his father.
As the last sentence of the story fell, Able stared quietly at Cremont's profile.
Even though the surroundings were dim, Able could still see the grief that Cremont had revealed on his face.
"So, where is your father now?" Able asked hesitantly.
"Dead," Cremont sneered. "It wasn't me who killed it. When I was twelve, he was killed by a debt-collecting enemy."
Able sits still and does not know what to say.
"I had planned to forget this thing originally. But it was because of the black elf's spell that I remembered it again." Cremont shook his head and said in a casual tone: "It seems that the man left me the impression Very deep."
After listening to what Cremont said, Able remembered the impression that he had been with Cremont since the past few days: he was silent most of the time, he was strong in action, kept a clear boundary with his superiors, and took care of others.
He could not see a negative shadow on Cremont.
When I thought about how Cremont had grown out of his dark childhood into a decent officer without the help of others, I felt very sad when facing the inferiority emotions emanating from him.
"Cremont, although I haven't met you for a while. You are indeed one of the best colleagues I have ever seen." Ebdon paused and continued, "Don't hate yourself because of your father. "
After listening to what Able said, Cremont was silent for a while. He stood up and said to Abel, "Thank you, Abel." After he finished, he packed his tableware and left.
Able stayed in place and continued to chew the cold meals.
Tears do not represent vulnerability on all occasions.
DeWitt's injury recovered quickly, and the reconnaissance team rested on the spot for about a day and a half. Then began the next journey.
The soldiers set off at noon, and the sun shone on everyone's shoulders.
"Captain DeWitt, is your body really okay?" a Caladian soldier approached DeWitt and asked curiously.
"No problem." DeWitt nodded with a smile: "It's not feasible to continue to be lazy under my guise."
"Oh, how come, we have been training well in the barracks these days." The soldier smiled easily: "However, Captain DeWitt is really very powerful. He was so seriously injured, within two days. Healed."
"Did you see the medical soldiers standing by me all day and all night, and for them, I had to get well soon." DeWitt replied.
"Are you okay?" After the soldiers left, Cremont stepped forward suspiciously.
"To be honest, it's still a bit reluctant." DeWitt patted Cremont's shoulder, stopping the other's angry movements: "But it's no problem to use it on the road."
"If you feel uncomfortable, remember to tell me in time, don't bear it yourself." Cremont pursed his lips and said solemnly.
"Okay, I promise you." DeWitt said clearly.
As the day progressed, the plants along the road gradually changed.
"It's almost near the valley." Able said to the soldiers.
"Are we going to camp in the valley tonight?" Cremont negotiated with Able.
"It should be. But you need to find a very hidden place." Able nodded. "It's better to be a little more remote from the mountain road."
Cremont carefully considered the conditions mentioned by Able, thinking about how to find a place suitable for camping.
When the scouts heard Able’s words, they also began to talk.
Until the moon lifted off, the scouts did not enter the plain. This journey is much longer than expected.
"How long will it take to arrive?" DeWitt asked Able leading the way.
"Estimated...about an hour." Able responded.
The soldiers continued to walk forward.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Clermont advised Able with a little confidence: "Otherwise, camp around here tonight. Going on again, for us, it takes a lot of energy and delays the time for correction. ."
"Well," Able nodded in agreement after thinking for a while.
"Stop all! Camp around here!" Cremont ordered to the soldiers.
The soldiers heard the order ~EbookFREE.me~ and stopped immediately.
Everyone started to build camps together.
And DeWitt was forced to wait by the side by Able.
It was really boring, DeWitt scattered around the soldiers' camps.
"Wala!"
DeWitt seemed to hear what sound, stopped and listened carefully: found that it was the sound of water.
DeWitt immediately called on several fighters and went to the source of the sound with himself to inspect.
Finally found a stream hidden in the mountains.
The fellow soldiers were all delighted, but DeWitt frowned.
Stopped everyone's action to salvage fresh water and took the soldiers back to the barracks.
Called Cremont and Able to discuss: "I think we should find the wrong place to sleep."
"Why?" Able asked.
"When I was patrolling the neighborhood just now, I found a stream of living water," DeWitt said.
Both of them heard the news and their faces fell.
The status of the water source on this island can be almost equal to that of gold. According to Raphael: There is no river that is not occupied by various races. When advancing in the wild, you must avoid places where there are rivers and where fresh water resources exist, and there must be strong forces entrenched. This should be beyond reproach.
Able looked back at the soldiers who were still building the camp, and asked DeWitt: "How far is that stream from here?"
"It's not very far, about fifteen minutes away," DeWitt replied.
"That's a bit dangerous," Cremont said with a deep breath.
"But it is a bit overwhelming to find other places to sleep in now," Able analyzed.
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