Knight's Infinite Journey

"yes."

Being stared at by Yadimu, Sailuo immediately lowered his head, not daring to say anything.

To be honest, he may not have some small thoughts in mind.

But facing Yadimu in front of him, he didn't dare to expose the little thoughts he had in his heart.

It’s no longer necessary now.

He sighed inwardly, then moved forward with a more enthusiastic attitude and continued to do things.

Time passed slowly.

At midnight, Cotton returned to his residence.

His residence is located within the training camp.

This is not because of anything else, but because he is an outsider and was sold into Lima as a slave. Naturally, he has no home here.

Since they have no home, they can only live in the place assigned to them by Yadimu.

"team leader."

Along the way, his subordinates looked at Cotton and complained: "The leader is too serious."

"Aren't they just some women? As for wanting to do this to you?"

"We just fought for him for so long, and then he treated us like this in the blink of an eye. It's really..."

"What is it really?"

Cotton looked back at the other person and said coldly: "What do you think it is?"

The cold eyes instantly silenced the other party, who seemed a little embarrassed at the moment: "No. I just think it's a bit unfair."

"fair?"

Cotton suddenly laughed: "What does fairness mean?"

"What happened today is what we brought upon ourselves. Please remember this."

He looked at the people in front of him and said calmly: "Do you think the leader is really like this because of what happened today?"

"wrong."

He sighed: "It's just that the leader will be disgusted by what happened today, but it won't be anything like that."

"What makes the leader angry is that I didn't follow his orders."

"Before departure, in order to prevent such a thing from happening, the leader personally called me over to explain."

"He specifically told us that we must control the situation and not let this happen."

“What was supposed to happen happened.”

He looked at the subordinates in front of him with a hint of regret in his heart.

He had listened to what Yadimu said at the time, but he abandoned it again when things came to pass.

After all, he was too complacent, and with the temptation now, he couldn't resist it.

This is his own problem.

However, although problems have arisen, there may not be room for correction.

No matter what, the contribution they made today is real.

As long as you are willing to change sincerely, there will naturally be opportunities in the future.

Of course, the premise is that they are really willing to bow their heads and show off instead of complaining in front of the leader.

"I remember it all."

He looked at the subordinates in front of him and said calmly: "Such words are not allowed to be mentioned outside."

"do you know?"

"yes."

Facing his gaze, the people around looked at each other, and finally nodded slowly: "We understand."

"It's good to know."

Cotton nodded, then took steps and continued walking forward.

They quickly returned to their camp and prepared to rest.

In the camp, specialized people came out and began to treat their wounds.

This was also explained by Yadimu.

Proper training and supplies are important when it comes to growing and maintaining combat effectiveness, but appropriate medical care is equally important.

Sometimes, as long as certain medical resources are invested, many seriously injured people can be reduced to minor injuries, and minor injuries can be recovered directly.

This can greatly reduce casualties and increase the survival rate of soldiers, thereby better maintaining combat effectiveness.

Therefore, during the initial training, Yadimu convened a group of personnel for training to act as doctors and the like.

It does not require them to be highly skilled in medicine, it is enough that they know basic disinfection and protection.

With these basic protections, coupled with certain medications, a considerable number of injuries can be cured.

As for the more complicated ones, that won't work.

But this is enough.

These medical soldiers fall within the scope of logistics.

Some of the members recommended by the families of those who died in previous wars were placed here.

There is no need to go to the battlefield, but it still requires effort.

Cotton checked his body as usual.

Someone basically disinfected and bandaged his wounds, and then he turned and left, heading towards his room.

Returning to his room, he lay on the bed to rest.

It was getting late today, but he was lying on the bed and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

What happened before was still swirling in his mind.

Man, that's how it works sometimes.

Although he said he didn't care, if he really didn't care at all, how could that be possible?

Unless you really are not a normal person.

Cotton is apparently still a normal guy.

The military style of this era was actually like that, and what happened before was actually quite reasonable in Cotton's opinion.

After a war, soldiers were allowed to loot. This was also an unspoken rule of this era.

So in theory, their previous behavior doesn't matter.

It's just that Yadimu just happened to explain it before.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn sideways, took a deep breath, and forced himself not to think about it anymore.

He was quite satisfied with what he saw.

Although Yadimu usually seems a little too indifferent, he treats them pretty well. All preparations are quite fair and serious, far from the crappy things he did in other places.

This is rare for Cotton.

So even if what happened tonight, he didn't want to do anything.

I'm just in a bad mood.

After lying in silence for a long time, he realized that he couldn't sleep at last, so he opened his eyes silently.

He looked ahead.

The torches and lanterns outside were still burning, and there was a faint glimmer of light shining in the room, forming a faint outline of a figure.

"who!"

Cotton shouted loudly and immediately became alert: "Who is there?"

The vision in front of him was quite dim, and a normal person would probably not be able to react.

But that's not the case for Cotton.

After all, he is someone who often goes to the battlefield to fight, and he always has an unusually sharp sensitivity to that kind of special scene.

At this moment, I noticed something abnormal.

"Who is there?"

He immediately stood up, picked up the weapon beside him, and looked coldly in that direction: "Come out here!"

Under his gaze, the figure in front gradually appeared.

A figure emerged there and appeared in front of Cotton.

But to Cotton's surprise, the person who appeared in front of him was not the tough man he had expected before, but a woman.

"woman?"

Cotton was a little surprised, but he did not relax the long knife in his hand and did not dare to let down his guard at all: "Who sent you here?"

"explain!"

He raised his arm and pointed the long knife straight at the woman.

"Mr. Cotton, don't be so impatient."

Looking at Cotton in front of him, a woman's voice came out.

Facing Cotton, who was holding a long knife and looking particularly tough, she could still laugh: "I want to talk to you, how about it?"

"I have nothing to talk about with a thief like you."

Cotton spoke coldly and rushed over.

Now that he was sure that the other party was just a woman, he had nothing to hesitate about.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, we should take down the other party first.

This is always true.

However, before he could take a few steps, a tingling sensation suddenly emerged.

Cotton's body couldn't help but pause, and he almost dropped the long knife in his hand, and his whole body froze on the spot.

"A blood one?"

He looked at the woman in front of him and reacted immediately, with a look of horror on his face.

To be able to achieve such a scene, the woman in front of him must be a bloodline person.

"Mr. Cotton."

Looking at Cotton in front of her, the woman smiled: "Excuse me, can you talk to me properly now?"

Cotton was silent for a moment, then said: "Who are you?"

"I don't remember ever messing with anyone big."

"Mr. Cotton, you underestimate yourself too much."

Looking at Cotton in front of her, the woman suddenly smiled: "You can break through the Brotherhood's defense and kill David in one night. You are already quite a famous figure."

"Many people are interested in you."

"Is it?"

Cotton looked at the other party cautiously: "I don't think I'm that important."

"It doesn't matter whether you think you have it or not, as long as others think you have it, that's enough."

The woman smiled: "I heard, Mr. Cotton, you are an officer of the Principality of Milo. You must have been a noble once."

"Now I can only work here as a subordinate of a gang leader. Are you really so willing?"

"Would you consider coming to our place?"

She spoke slowly and finally revealed her purpose: "As long as you are willing to do things for us, we can help you operate it, let you return to the Principality of Milo, and even operate a title and territory for you, how about it?"

Title and territory?

As soon as these words came out, Cotton was stunned, and even his breathing became a little heavy.

Title and territory, these two things are the most attractive things to the descendants of declining nobles like him.

And as long as, it seems, as long as you agree to the other party, these things can be easily obtained?

Even though he knew that the other party was definitely not a kind person, Cotton was tempted for a moment.

But soon, reason prevailed.

In front of the other party, he deliberately showed a wavering look: "What do you want me to do?"

"It's not too difficult for you."

The woman smiled and then said, "I'm just trying to convey as much news to us as possible."

"As far as I know, you usually stay with your leader. You must know your leader's every move, right?"

"Just telling us the news, that's enough."

She smiled and said: "How about it, it's easy, right?"

"I'm going to think about it."

Cotton was silent for a moment, and then said this.

"good."

The woman did not force him, she just smiled and said: "There are not many opportunities, Mr. Cotton, you have to seize the opportunity."

"If there is someone else who is willing to help us reveal the information before you, then you are not that important, Mr. Cotton."

Doesn't it mean that it's that important? Does it mean that you want to be killed?

Facing the other party's gaze, Cotton subconsciously flashed this idea.

No matter how he said it, Cotton couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party actually left.

For a bloodline person to confront such a being face to face, this is really a test for ordinary people.

Cotton's ability to hold on is because of his outstanding mental quality.

"Now how to do?"

After confirming that the woman had left, he closed the door and hid in the room alone, muttering to himself.

The other party made it clear that the person who came was not evil and was going towards their leader.

The reason why they came to him is probably because he is considered a core figure, and he was scolded by Yadimu just yesterday. He thought that he would have resentment in his heart, so he deliberately attracted him.

The other party's conditions are indeed good.

If this kind of reward, a title plus a territory, is real, then Cotton might really be tempted.

But unfortunately, this is destined to be something that I don’t know whether it can be realized.

Cotton knew in his heart that if he really helped the other party deliver the message, then he would be on the pirate ship.

It's easy to get on the pirate ship, but it's not that easy to get off.

Once a message is delivered to the other party, it is equivalent to being taken advantage of by the other party.

The other party can hand over the information he revealed to Yadimu at any time.

At that time, even if he wanted to get off the boat, he would have no choice but to walk to the dark side.

And when that time comes, will the other party fulfill its promise?

Cotton thought this was shaky.

But what if you don’t obey the other party?

The other party came directly to his room tonight. In addition to wooing him, he was also the most direct threat.

That woman can come to Cotton's room today, and kill him tomorrow before Cotton notices.

Facing a bloodline person, ordinary people are too fragile and cannot guarantee their own safety.

Inform the chief?

Although the leader is powerful, it is impossible to have him with him all the time.

If he told the news, it would be tantamount to completely offending the other party.

For a moment, Cotton was confused.

"To say or not to say?"

He murmured to himself. At this moment, the previous sleepiness had been swept away, and his whole person was exceptionally awake.

"No need."

From the side, another voice came.

Cotton's face suddenly turned pale.

He stared blankly at the corner, and sure enough he saw a figure from there.

"The leader"

Looking at Yadimu's figure, he stuttered a little and didn't know what to say at this moment.

Yadimu's face was calm, and he was standing there, watching Cotton quietly.

Under Yadimu's gaze, Cotton's face became extremely pale.

He looked aside from the corner of his eye, looking at the windows and doors.

The windows and doors are still the same as before, without any change.

He had closed it with his own hands before, so there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

In other words, Yadimu has been here for a long time?

"Chief, when are you?"

After a while, he managed to calm down, looked at Yadimu in front of him and asked, his face looking a little pale.

Very early on.

Atimu glanced at Cotton: "I felt something was wrong at David's manor before, so I followed him."