Chapter 72: . Another journey (below)

Rhea frowned.
She knew this person, his name was Gao Ge. He was one of the leaders of the old adversary Ghost Wing Mercenary Group. The people from Yancheng gave him the nickname "Poison Head", and pointed that he silently put him to death. His weird poison skills also allude to his cruel handling of things.
She and the people with Ghost Wings have always disliked each other, knowing that the other's face was definitely not for her, so she lifted her left hand and pulled the hood down a bit, turned sideways and raised her ears, secretly guarding. .
The bald man stepped on iron-like footsteps and quickly stood by the table, laughed a few times, and bowed respectfully to Gloria like a servant: "Miss Vera, as soon as I heard that a car was coming outside the camp The deformed chariot knows you are here! Haha...Why didn't you call us earlier? We haven't seen you for a long time. I really miss you all the time in my heart!"
This over-flattering posture made Yuno feel numb. He most hated this kind of guy who tends to be inflamed. He moved a little farther away without showing a trace, and lowered his head to minimize the sense of existence to avoid embarrassment. The female craftsman is accustomed to it. Because of the huge business network of Carlo Workshop, she has had close contact with all major mercenary forces. She is more or less an acquaintance, so she also politely greeted: "It's you, Ben The young lady is just passing by, and there is nothing wrong with it, so don't make a fuss!"
"Whatever you say, no matter how small it is, as long as it is placed on you, it can't be regarded as a small thing!" Gao Ge shook his head hard, pretending to be disapproving, and his head shook brightly. Moving around, made the girl laugh.
He waited until the girl laughed, and showed his diligence again in an honest and loyal manner: "Speaking of which, I have also heard about your mission this time... It's too dangerous! It's really uneasy for you to go like this. , If you don’t dislike it, there are still thirty or so brothers on the side of Guizhi, all of whom are first-rate players. It’s no problem to send you in and out of the ruins of Arcadina! I don’t know you..."
He took care of his business fluently, the girl was stunned, but Rhea on the opposite side had a temper, turned her head and mocked unceremoniously: "Poisonous head...this task was first taken by the ice bear. Yes, is it possible that you have been rolling in the sand for too long, and your memory is buried in the soil?" Her hasty tone was all cold and sharp, and there was no more tenderness.
"Ah! It turned out to be Miss Bingfeng..." The bald man opened his mouth wide in surprise, as if he had only discovered the existence of the female archer, but his viciously layered eyes couldn't see half amazement. "It's been a long time since I have seen you, I am also very surprised. Miss you, Rena...oh no, maybe, you should be called, Rhea Turner...Your Royal Highness?"
He leaned closer, rolling out the name from his throat in a dumb voice, and his half-squinted eyes seemed to have a hint of danger. But Rhea didn't care at all, and slammed the wine glass in her hand on the table, causing many drinkers to cast their eyes, but immediately turned back after seeing the striking bald back.
"You may be too busy with government affairs and forgot some of our mercenary's rules. The task evaluation is not based on who takes it first, but who completes it first..." The poisonous head sneered weirdly. He bowed deeply to Gloria again, "In the current guild task list, Miss Villa is the captain. According to the rules, she certainly has the freedom to accept or...remove team members. Are you right? Miss?"
"Uh, haha..." Seeing that the atmosphere of the scene was not right, the girl laughed and rounded up the scene, "No, no, no, this little scene, this lady is really easy to catch, no need to trouble you!"
"Of course, of course, everything is subject to your instructions." Although he was refused perfunctorily, the poisonous head was not unhappy. He nodded with a smile, and took out an unopened telegram from his pocket and handed it over. Stepping forward, "This communication has just been sent from Rock City. Let me forward it to you."
The girl took it in surprise and opened it, and her eyes turned into copper bells: "No! Really! Dad was promoted!? Chief Engineer!? Haha, which had found it with conscience and was finally willing to give it to us The back door is open!"
"Look, look!" She was ecstatic at the moment, and jumped up from the stool, holding the telegram straight to her companions. But because of the shaking, Yuno took a closer look, and only vaguely distinguished the names such as "Presbyterian", "Academy of Sciences", "Chief Engineer", and "Vice Dean" in bold.
"Miss, miss, please calm down, calm down..." When the poisonous head saw her showing the internal documents to others, his face changed slightly, pretending to be panicked and stopped, his fingers swiftly folded the telegram. Tucked into the girl's pocket.
"The old man has been studying with great concentration for many years, and he must have made some incredible breakthrough. It is really gratifying, gratifying!" He and You Rongyan exclaimed, and the girl was even more pleased with her tail. Days.
Although Rhea was also very happy for her friend in her heart, at this moment, as the nominal commander of the enemy country, she couldn't express her opinion on this. She just glanced at Yuno like a warning, telling him not to talk casually, and continued Attention is completely focused on the old opponent.
Gloria stayed there alone for a long time. She recovered and felt a little embarrassed. She patted the telegram in her pocket with a light cough, and sat back on the low stool casually, but there were still cheeks and ears. The indelible blush.
A few partners silently watched me and I watched you. It was a bit cold for a while, and the poisonous head started the topic very sensibly: "By the way, I heard that the boss of this mercenary conference will also be there in person. Miss, do you know?"
"It seems that there is something like this...really, I have to watch other people fight and kill when I am old. Rock City is not a fun place, and I don't know what he thinks!" The girl obviously did not agree with her father. His decision, pouting a few words.
"I heard that the venue for the conference may not be in Rock City."
"Hey? Not in Rock City? Where did you hear about it?" Gloria turned her head suspiciously and stared at him.
"Of course it is the latest announcement in the regiment..." The poisonous head explained with a smile, "Your Excellency Leodor Turing has arrived in Rock City yesterday. It is said that the Presbyterian House is very dissatisfied with His Excellency Salerno's arbitrary actions. There are still a lot of troubles waiting to be resolved for this conference to be successfully held. Maybe there will be slight changes in the rules..."
He glanced at the female archer intentionally or unintentionally, and wanted to add more oil and jealousy, but was interrupted by the girl's impatient complaint: "It's okay, it doesn't matter where it is, it doesn't matter where I open it. Anyway, I won't participate... …"
She was not interested in these political doorways. She covered her mouth and yawned. Just when she felt a little bored, the poisonous head understood: "After talking for a long time, you must be tired too, so I won't bother you much. I wish you a smooth journey and I will pick you up when you come back."
He respectfully saluted, his gaze swept over the other two people for the last time, then raised his head, and disappeared outside the door again, clattering.
"Leave right away!" Rhea kept staring at the bald back. After he left his sight, he waited for a while, then got up and threw a silver coin, grabbing the hands of the two young men and walking outside.
Yuno hurriedly held down the hood that almost flew up, while Gloria muttered, "I haven't had any drinks," while sharp-eyed, she secretly threw a few pockets at the drunks who dared to reach out to her just now. Stink bomb.
After the faintly inaudible buzzing, the body odor and pungent, disgusting smell of those people suddenly wafted up. The guests around who did not know the truth were almost vomited, and they caught them violently. Later, he kicked them all out. The girl who had already ran away looked back and saw those guys with swollen noses and wailing faces. She was overjoyed and made triumphant faces at them.
It was almost noon when they arrived at the parking lot. Several people saw from a distance beside the tank that was still in a defensive state. The Great Swordsman Eamon was alone, putting in the tower-shaped wooden boxes of supplies one by one. In the rear compartment.
Rhea hurriedly stepped forward to help. The female craftswoman who was still angry gave instructions to close the defenses blindly, her head held high, her face suddenly turned blue, and she was hesitant to step forward and ask a clear little doctor to get in. In the carriage.
After everything was ready to stop, the chariot went back on the road and galloped northward. The cabin was quiet and the atmosphere was awkward: Gloria stared at the console in a muffled voice, and Emmon was silently meditating with her eyes closed. Rhea flipped through the newly bought newspaper in the camp by the light from the hardened glass window. , Yunuo's face turned blue and white, and it seemed that he still hadn't made up his mind to find out the truth.
Perhaps because of the driver’s little emotions, the speed of the Tamiris seems to have become particularly alarming. When night is about to fall, you can already see the terrifying black that is shrouded in the deserted mountains from a distance. It's foggy.
In areas near the swamp, it is very unwise to walk at night. Most strange animals are nocturnal. No matter how quiet your driving noise is, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not encounter a certain monster going out for a walk, or if you have less luck, encounter a certain group...
Therefore, the team of four took advantage of the fact that the sky was still dark, and found a wind shelter next to the gravel mound to stop and prepare to camp and rest.
Eamon took the firewood from the trunk and just lit the bonfire. He was about to prepare dinner with the big alloy pot. He suddenly had a meal in his hand and turned to look behind him. Yuno slowly moved from the shadow of the tent, with a stiff smile on his face that was barely mild. He glanced at the pot in the hands of the Great Swordsman and saw that there was beef mixed in proportion. The vegetable soup gave a sigh of relief in silence.
"That, good evening, Mr. J..." He hesitated to ask about the maggots, and he paused for a long time, but Eamon was holding the cauldron motionlessly, staring at him blankly, giving him a blank expression. He was under a lot of psychological pressure.
On the one hand, he was afraid that it was true and would leave a shadow for himself for a lifetime; but if there was no such thing, he would offend the other party by asking rashly. After all, it is not a glorious thing to give maggots to others—no matter what. How to say, their relationship is far from familiar enough to make jokes at will...
Gloria had just arranged the tent, and as soon as she opened the curtains, she saw the two people staring at each other silently. She couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Hey, what are you two doing?"
"Oh! I... I want to help Mr. J prepare dinner together!" The little doctor was caught off guard. In order to avoid being seen embarrassed by his companions, he panicked and found a lame excuse, grabbing the big one in Emon's hands. Guo, the weight almost made him flash.
He flushed, gritted his teeth and put the pot trembling on the erected iron platform. He immediately retracted his painful hands into the cloak, and secretly used a bit of divine power to relieve him before pretending to be casual. He wiped his sweat, lifted the lid of the pot, and slowly adjusted the flavor with the spoon.
All this was seen in the eyes of the two companions beside them, but they did not speak in a tacit understanding. One of them continued to go to the back of the carriage to prepare staple food, while the other blinked his eyes and went into the cab and started daily routine. The inspection and repair work of the company does not require any language communication.
Yuno sat alone by the pot for a long time before he was able to squeeze out the remaining embarrassment, turning the spoon and beginning to be in a daze.
The sky was completely dark, and the night in the desert was terribly lonely. Apart from the sound of the wind, no signs of life existed. He looked up at the galaxy that was more clear and bright than anywhere else, listened to the sharp howling that filled his ears, and smelled the smell of hot earth mixed in the wind, and he was fascinated for a while.
The scene was so familiar, he looked at the dark misty swamp in the distance, buried deep in the deepest part of the sea of ​​memory, and the heavy sorrow that he could not avoid struck again, piercing through all the defenses like a bamboo, hitting his heart.
He remembered such the same night, such the same wind and sand, and such the same boundless loneliness. At that time, the most important part of his life had quietly left...
"Yuno? Yuno?" Two soft whispers awakened him from the messy memories. The little doctor turned his head in reflection. Rhea, who had already visited the surroundings, was sitting on a gravel beside him, concerned. Look at yourself.
"The wind and sand in the night is very big..." She smiled and lowered her head, stretched out her hand to put on Yuno's hood, which was blown by the wind, and took the spoon in his hand, and continued to stir the already quite viscous. Vegetable broth.
"Yeah..." Yuno replied absently, and suddenly felt that his face was wet, and then realized that he had shed tears unknowingly, and quickly lowered his head and wiped it twice, then hugged his knees. Silently staring at the golden campfire.
"...Do you like this song too?" Rhea suddenly asked nonchalantly. She was still staring at the pot of soup, but her deep gaze seemed to see some more distant past through time and space.
"Song?" The little doctor asked with a dumb voice, not understanding the meaning of this sentence.
"I just heard you hum, I still remember when I was a child, my mother would often sing this song to me..." She slowly slid the spoon with a small smile, recalling the past, and whispered, "But I didn't I don’t like to listen, because every time I sing this song, it’s when my father goes to Xijiang and he can’t accompany me..."
At the end of the soft tone, Yuno suddenly guessed which song she was referring to. He did not expect that he would hum inadvertently, and explained in a little embarrassment: "That... just listening to a friend Sang..."
Rhea didn't respond to his extraneous remarks, still staring at the boiling hot soup, the steam lingered, even her face painted red by the fire seemed to have a white seal.
There was only the sound of the wind and the crackling firewood crackling beside the fire. Although the companions were close by, no one seemed to want to break the increasingly heavy chain of memories. Yuno felt panic in his heart, and the fire was bright in the warm camp, but he could not drive away his deep sense of loneliness, especially in such a deserted Gobi where no creatures were seen.
He knows that Rhea’s heart also has the same loneliness, but he doesn’t want this loneliness to derive greater depression, at least not before the truth is found... He gathered the long cloak on his body and went to the fire. Sitting a little closer, taking a few breaths, then turned to look at Rhea who was still silent, as if to comfort her, and as if to remember the past, and sang the song softly:
"The wind brings a few noises in the distance
Traveler, please stop
The fire flashes and the eyes are short-lived
But let the sound of the piano stay so long..."
He was obviously not very familiar with this song in memory, and he sang bumpy and paused. Intermittent soft singing echoed in the camp, Gloria poked her head out of the car, her eyes were also sentimental, Emmon's tall body stood beside her, her indifferent eyes flashed with obscure light, quiet Staring at the place where the singing originated.
"The heart is already lonely, struggling in the eternal night
His figure is still tall and straight
Tears gradually eroded the mottled cheeks
His thoughts accumulate and fall into a snowy peak
Goodbye, my dearest Aphrodina
I want to hug you home again
But the dust and smoke blocked my concern
Condensed into a strand of yellow sand..."