Chapter 55: Recognized

I drove the hunter's vision and breath sensing through the jungle quickly, feeling very strange in my heart, I would have been eating with a person with werewolf blood, and my hunting instinct had not reacted when sitting together. And now I still compete with him to hunt. But this is not the earth. Even if I encounter a pure-blooded alien, I will not do anything before the other side harms humans. After all, the hatred on the earth cannot spread here. I shook my head, threw away the distracting thoughts in my mind and started to concentrate on hunting.
Half an hour later, I dragged the body of a sika deer back to the camp, and Lance greeted him first, "Is this a sika deer?" "Yeah." I nodded, "Great, Gawain." Hawke also left. Come over, "This sika deer can barely be eaten by all of us as a meal." "Where is Captain Mark?" I asked, "He hasn't come back yet." Lance shook his head.
"I'm back!" Mark's rough voice sounded behind him, "Grandma, a bear, originally stared at an antelope, but accidentally quarreled a hibernating bear. I was chased by that for a dozen I got rid of it in minutes." I looked back and saw that Mark was empty-handed, his clothes dirty, and he looked very embarrassed. "Hahaha!" Everyone laughed, and Nok patted Mark on the shoulder, "You are not the butcher. Why didn't you kill that guy?" "Slaying a fur!" Mark punched Nok in angrily, "Blind bear is the worst thing to provoke. I'm going to get rid of it when my brain is broken!"
Jess and Lisk took a few people to a nearby small pond to treat the deer, and then everyone started roasting venison and chatting while eating, so that I and everyone quickly became acquainted with each other, plus the strength I demonstrated earlier , Everyone recognized and convinced me as Grisha’s assistant. After three o'clock in the afternoon, Grisha came back, and after he arranged some things, he took me away.
In the carriage. Grisha was sitting in the front and driving the car. I was still sitting in the carriage. "How about it, Gawain?" Grisha seemed to be in a good mood, "My restorative is not bad, right." "Do you want to hear the truth or lies? "I squinted Grisha, "Uh~, the truth." Grisha smiled bitterly. "In my opinion, your rehabilitator is a gang of mobs without clear discipline. Like a disc of loose sand, other people’s secret bases have at least clear and secret posts. You don’t even have a fixed post on your side. I use a bow and one. The pot arrow can kill them all. You don’t need to use superpowers, believe it or not!
I attacked unceremoniously. I will get along well with them to increase my feelings for the restoratives, but for Grisha, the restoratives. The leader of, pointed out that the problem is my duty as an assistant.
"Well, it seems that the restitutionists are going to make big changes next." Grisha sighed, "I would like to ask Gaowen for your advice."
I nodded. Although Grisha said so, I still have to confirm with him to be safe, "Mr. Yeager," I said slowly, "You treat the restorative as you used up. The blade that can be discarded later, or hope that it will become a powerful organization that can still occupy a place even after the future revival of Eldia?"
"I..." Grisha was stunned for a long time before coming back to his senses. "I hope the reinstatement can be strong and make a long-term contribution to Eldia." "Well," I nodded, "I will take me I’m telling you that I have the ability to strengthen the restorative faction. I only tell you this secret."...