Lord of the Oasis

Chapter 722 - The Next Stage of the Stage

Chapter 722: The Next Stage of the Stage

“With everyone crowded here, I can’t cook dinner for you right away,” the soldier behind the kitchen said in distress.

“Uh… we’re just here to see if there’s anything we can help with,” a soldier in the crowd explained in embarrassment.

“Then help me taste whether this fruit is poisonous,” the soldier behind the kitchen said as he picked up a fruit from the chopping board.

The soldiers behind him all took a step back.

“Help me keep an eye on the fire.” The soldier shook his head helplessly. He picked up the fruit himself and went to look for Captain Abel. He asked, “Captain Abel, this fruit is fine, right?”

Abel turned his head to look at him and nodded. “Yes, we’ve all tried. But we still have to peel off the skin and the core of the fruit.”

“Okay. Thank you.” The soldier in the kitchen was relieved.

Under everyone’s expectations, the homemade fruit porridge was finally ready. Everyone picked up their lunch boxes and lined up at the porridge-making place.

The soldiers in the kitchen who had finished their dinner earlier served each soldier a bowl of porridge and then handed them a piece of wheat cake.

The air after the rain was so fresh that it made one’s heart and lungs feel refreshed. The soldiers all chose to have dinner together in the open space of the camp and started chatting.

“Sure enough, the happiest moment of the day is now,” Austin said with a smile after drinking a mouthful of hot porridge.

“The last few days’ dinners have been porridge and the like. I thought it would be hard to get used to it. I got used to it unconsciously,” a soldier said as he dipped the wheat cake into the porridge.

“I think so too. I don’t even feel that tired when I’m marching in the mountains,” another soldier said.

“Really?” Austin was surprised. “I also want to get used to the rhythm of the march as soon as possible.”

“How did you do it?” a soldier asked the soldier just now.

“I’m not sure. Anyway, I don’t think about anything during the march. If I stare at General Abel’s back and follow him, I won’t feel tired easily,” the soldier who was asked replied.

“General Abel is really amazing. Not only is he so strong, but he can also make people follow him without worry,” the soldier who asked sighed.

“When General Abel used that spell today, I was completely stunned,” a soldier exclaimed.

Abel’s spell had indeed left a deep impression on everyone.

“Me too. The world of magic is really wonderful. Let me reincarnate as a mage in my next life,” a soldier pleaded.

“Even if you reincarnate as a mage, you won’t become as strong as General Abel,” Austin couldn’t help but complain.

The dinner ended noisily under everyone’s frolicking.

The tent was built on the wet ground, and there was always a damp temperature in the room.

Therefore, that night, the logistics provided lighting for the tents. All the kerosene lamps were replaced with candles.

“Can candles remove moisture? How did you know?” Devitt asked the soldier who had brought the candles.

“My own family used to sell rice, and the rice warehouse was usually filled with candles. I learned this trick from my father,” the soldier replied.

“It came in handy.” Devitt nodded and praised.

“But the gas from the candles may not smell good. Captain Devitt, you must remember to keep the camp well ventilated,” the soldier reminded him before he left.

“Okay, got it.” Devitt nodded.

After a night of peace, the next morning, the soldiers got up early as usual.

The breakfast table was served with juice made from the fruits they obtained last night.

Devitt looked at the green juice in the cup and said with a smile, “The soldiers in the kitchen are really hard-working. Looking at this, I thought we were in the canteen of the military camp in Drondheim.”

After drinking a mouthful of sweet and sour juice, the soldiers became energetic.

However, each of them could only get one cup. If they drank it up, it would be gone.

“At this rate, if we are attacked on the road, we must protect the soldiers who do this well,” Claremont also joked.

After eating the carefully prepared breakfast, the soldiers of the scouts’ team started a new day’s journey with vigor.

“We have to leave the valley today, right?” Devitt said as he walked quickly.

“It should be fine.” Abel made a mark on the map and estimated. “After crossing the grassland in front, we can walk out of the border of this valley.”

“The soldiers are in a good condition now,” Devitt said as he looked at the soldiers behind him.

“The mountains we need to cross next won’t be as easy as before,” said Abel, looking at the map. “Besides, it’s not easy to find a place to rest in the forest.”

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” said Devitt.

While the scouts were advancing smoothly, a letter sent from the island station to Drondheim was delivered to Kant.

“The situation at the island station seems a little tense.” Kant read the contents of the letter and muttered to himself, “I wonder what the Elf Kingdom will do.”

In the letter, Raphael described the situation of Devitt and the others set off from the top of the mountain, as well as the predicament the elven soldiers at the station were in.

Bunduk just happened to walk into the hall.

Kant said to Bunduk, “It seems that the soldiers sent by the elves to the station are being oppressed by the local forces.”

“How can this be? How can someone dare to offend the elves so openly?” Bunduk was slightly surprised after reading the entire letter.

“The situation on the island is not quite the same as on the ordinary mainland. The people who live on the island are originally a group of vicious wanderers who have been ostracized by their own race,” Kant explained.

“According to the letter, these elven soldiers are hidden deep in the mountains, and there is a risk of being discovered at all times. What should we do?” Bunduk said worriedly.

“The elven soldiers at the station seem to be thinking of waiting for the scouts’ team to complete their mission and take a boat back to the Elf Kingdom with them,” Kant stated.

“That would have to wait until the beginning of next year. Can they hide for that long?” Bunduk asked.

“Let’s see what the Elf Kingdom is planning to do. If they plan to send troops, we have to make a move,” Kant said calmly.

“Yes.” Bunduk nodded.

“What are you here for today?” Kant looked up and asked.

“The summary report for this month’s military camp.” Bunduk bowed and walked forward, he handed the document in his hand to the desk. “In addition, Derrick and the others left for Durandal today. They couldn’t bid you farewell, so they asked me to report to Your Highness on his behalf.”

“Is the holiday over so soon?” Kant turned his head and asked.

“They said that Durandal’s canal project is about to begin,” Bunduk replied. “So…”