Lord of the Oasis

In fact, Gilbert himself didn't know if he could fulfill his answer.

I don't even know if I can walk out of the gate of the goblin territory alive.

The last time I was able to successfully walk out of that hellish city, it was mainly because of the help left by my father's generation. Only then could he be exiled from the city on an unfounded charge.

But this time, he took the initiative to go back. I don’t know which of the forces in the city are willing to lend a helping hand.

"Really?!" Austin looked very happy.

"Yeah." Gilbert nodded and agreed.

When seeing Austinger's smile, Gilbert would also be happy with him.

The care he took during these few days left Austinege with the image of a reliable older brother in Gilbert's heart.

Even though the relationship lasted only a short time, the relationship was extremely deep.

A gust of cool breeze blew by, and Gilbert breathed hot breath into the air. I found that the hot breath I exhaled had turned into white mist.

"We'd better go back to the camp and rest. It's too cold outside." Austinger suggested upon seeing this.

"Okay." Gilbert took Austin's extended hand and agreed.

In the early morning of the next day, the soldiers gathered together early.

Seeing that the goal of this mission was right in front of them, everyone couldn't help but want to reach the legendary territory as early as possible.

"Today, we will rest at the foot of the volcano." Abel warned everyone during his lecture: "I hope everyone will not reveal to anyone that we have entered the territory of the Dragon Clan. To avoid unnecessary trouble."

"Yes!" the soldiers replied unanimously.

Everyone continued to move forward in the heavy snow, and everyone put on thicker clothes than yesterday.

Austinger even gave Gilbert a wide-brimmed hat.

Towards evening, the wind became lighter.

The soldiers walking in the forefront saw the town gate appearing at the end of their sight.

"Seroyidi?" A soldier read out the words on the plaque on the city gate.

"It feels so grand." A soldier sighed as he looked at the wide city gate.

"Everyone stop in front of the city gate." Abel ordered his soldiers.

After the group of people came to a complete stop, the gate of the town was opened, and a group of giant soldiers ran out uniformly from inside. He walked up to Abel and asked him: "Which clan are you from?"

"Elves, these soldiers are humans from the Calradia Empire. We want to go up the mountain to visit the craftsmen of the dwarf tribe." Abel responded calmly. And took out the Elf Empire's Soldier Medal from his arms.

"Well, okay. You can go in." The giant soldier only glanced at him briefly and then let him go.

Abel led his soldiers into the city gate and walked towards the street near the market.

"Why is it so easy to pass the city gate inspection on this island?" A soldier asked doubtfully to the people around him.

"I don't know." The soldier standing next to him shook his head and said, "It seems like the last time I entered the dwarf town."

Discussions arose one after another. Austinger looked at Gilbert, who had been silent since entering the city gate, and said, "What's wrong? It's rare to see you so quiet."

"It's strange." Gilbert lowered the brim of his hat and replied: "The people responsible for patrolling in this town should not be giant soldiers."

"I heard before that this town is supervised by various races in turn. Isn't it the giants who are in charge of supervision now?" Austinger asked doubtfully.

"Yeah." Gilbert replied: "At least it wasn't under their supervision until I left the city."

"So, which clan was in charge before?" Austinger said.

"The goblins." Gilbert said after being silent for a while.

"Did something happen to the goblins after you were exiled from the city?" Austinger asked worriedly.

"I don't know." Gilbert replied while looking at the people on the street.

"Then if you return to Goblin Country now, will you be in danger?" Austinger is most worried about Gilbert's own safety.

"Now that I've come this far, I have to go back." Gilbert responded: "Besides, no one wants to invade the territory of the Goblin Kingdom."

"Why?" Austinger asked.

"This is a secret." Gilbert shook his head and said.

"Okay." Austinger did not continue to ask further. It was enough for him to know that the place where Gilbert returned was safe.

While leading the way, Abel was also paying attention to the movements around him. I found that there were far fewer ordinary vagrants on the streets, and instead there were more troops patrolling the streets.

Following the route we took a few months ago, we arrived at the hotel where we had stayed.

Abel turned around and said to the soldiers: "Everyone, please stay here tonight."

"yes!"

The reconnaissance team has now reached a total of forty-eight people left.

After counting the number of people, Clemont took the money in his bag and exchanged the keys for twelve rooms with the hotel manager.

"How to arrange it?" Abel took the five keys and asked Clemont.

"Me, you, and DeWitt will live in one room. The remaining warriors will just share the remaining rooms equally." Clemont replied simply.

"Isn't that one less person's position?" Abel thought for a while and said.

"Wouldn't it be enough to let Abel and Austin sleep together?" Clemont curled his lips and said.

"So that's it," Abel responded.

"By the way, don't drink too much during dinner today. If you get drunk like last time, no one will take care of you." Clemont warned.

"By the way, you went to the guild to get the information last time when I was drunk, right?" Abel recalled the days when he stayed overnight in the dwarf town.

"That's right. I originally wanted to take you with me. But you drank too much and couldn't wake up even if you screamed." Clemont complained.

"Ahem, I'm really sorry that night." Abel apologized: "What are your plans tonight?"

"Tonight...I don't know what Captain DeWitt means. If I ask to go out to find out information, I will ask you to help." Clemont held his chin and thought for a while before replying.

"Yeah," Abel nodded and agreed, "I'll find out later by asking DeWitt."

Only when staying in the hotel, the elven soldiers would eat at the same table as the Calradian soldiers.

After all, the appetites of the two tribes are not very different, and the camps they usually set up are separated from each other.

But now that they are together, they are naturally harmonious and can easily joke with each other at the dinner table.

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