The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

Life is like fishing for cans in a cauldron, and you don't know what the next one will taste like.

At lunch, Charles, who had finished writing yesterday's battle report, stood in front of the cauldron and fished out a can with his eyes closed.

When he opened the can, a strong smell came out of the can.

"Let me go!" An elderly-looking elf sitting opposite him looked at Charles and his can in horror, "Why does this thing still exist now, Her Majesty might as well say that she will stop production after she ascends the throne. Is there such a thing?"

With a bitter face, Charles asked the elf for advice: "Sir, what kind of can is this?"

"Assorted canned liver," the elf said and left with his lunch, the smell of the can made him unable to eat.

It is stipulated by the rules and regulations that each person receives one can for each meal. You can save it without eating it, but you can't waste it.

Charles looked at the can, which seemed to be older than Elizabeth, and looked around at the elf who started packing away from him, and decided to eat only rice and vegetable soup for lunch today.

So Charles put on a mask, turned on the air filter function that he discovered not long ago, and finished eating the vegetable soup and rice in the eyes of the surrounding elves who were about to kill.

Perhaps his behavior gathered so much resentment that when Elizabeth arranged a task after dinner, Charles drew this task in the lottery.

Now Charles's identity is the attendant of Elizabeth's attendant's room. Under the military order of the mountain, Elizabeth did not give him much preferential treatment.

"Be careful along the way." Elizabeth instructed him before leaving the tent, "Just complete the task, don't make extra troubles."

Charles smiled, "Don't worry, my escape technique is still fine."

"Don't underestimate the murlocs too much, you might suffer when they are ready." Elizabeth knew that the current Charles had made great progress from before, "When it is extremely dangerous, you should inform Nikolai Bar."

Charles shook his head. In the war of the elves' royal court, he called people from other countries to rescue on the elves' territory, which made the elves very embarrassed.

While holding Celestia in the stables, Charles met Horatio again.

"You're going back?" Charles asked.

Now Horatio was stationed in a nearby town with five hundred soldiers of the Praetorian Guard. This time he led three hundred reinforcements to support the village from another direction.

Sighing back, Horatio saw the standard backpack on Charles' back and said to him: "Be smart on the road. If you see something wrong, you'd rather take a detour instead of rushing in foolishly."

"Don't worry." Charles untied Celestia's reins from the stake. "You know I'm smart."

After leaving the barracks, Charles took out the map and reconfirmed his route of action for the next few days.

Next, he will run errands and send the battle report of yesterday's 2,000 enemy annihilation to various villages and towns in the south.

After riding Celestia to the south for more than two hours, Charles came to a village.

Farmers have now started sowing soybeans in the farmland outside the village, which is much warmer than the north, so the planting time is earlier.

The ploughing farmers just looked up at Charles, who was wearing a military uniform, and wondered why he was still busy with the farm work in his hands.

The militiamen on duty on the roadside greeted them. Charles threw his identity card to one of the militiamen and said at the same time, "I am from the Southern Military Region Command, and I have sent the latest battle report."

The militiaman looked at the unbelievably tender masked human in front of him, and then looked at the identity card in his hand. The back of the ID card clearly states that the person holding the card is a young male human, and it is specially marked that it sometimes wears a mask.

The militiamen, who could not see the problem horizontally and vertically, finally chose to believe this guy.

Now Charles often wears a mask, one reason is to keep out the dust, another reason is that his face is too tender, and he is awkward in the army.

Of course, a certain elf who was angry with him was one of the reasons why he didn't look good by elf standards.

The militiamen led Charles to the village in tandem, chattering nonstop along the way.

"What's new recently?" the militiaman asked.

Charles said indifferently: "It's nothing, that is, we killed two thousand salted fish yesterday."

"So many?" The militiaman said in surprise. The murloc raiding team that had been wandering in the past was only three to fifty people.

"Yeah, half of them are the salted fish guards." Charles nodded and said, "Those salted fish secretly built a camp in the mountain. Fortunately, the commander saw the tricks of those salted fish. Yesterday Destroy that salted fish nest."

"Commander is amazing." The militiaman sighed, "So have you seen those murlocs?"

Charles said "Haha" twice, "It happened to save some children from the salted fish."

"That's good," said the militiaman. "Now the salted fish often take those children back."

They soon came to the gate of the village, where the village chief and militia captain were already waiting for Charles to come.

After verifying his identity, Charles took out a roll of parchment from his backpack and pinned it on the bulletin board beside the gate with the help of the militiamen.

No way, now Charles is too short for the elf to reach the top of the bulletin board.

After the village chief over there signed the task completion form, he looked at the recent battle report and said, "I can't see it, little brother, you killed so many salted fish by yourself."

The battle report has a ranking of the most killed enemies, and Charles' name is ranked first. And Horatio, who was behind him, had a single digit fewer kills than him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Everyone takes care of me. "Charles said modestly," I killed all the trash fish, if it was the salted fish praetorian guards, I would have nothing to do with me. "

"Don't be humble." The militia captain handed the parchment to Charles after signing the form. "Even with so many pigs, it's not easy to kill them in one day."

"It's all taught by the master," Charles said.

"Who is your master?" the militia captain asked curiously.

"That's the commander." Charles put the parchment back in his backpack.

"The commander is amazing!" The militia captain and the village chief sighed.

"That's inevitable." Charles said. "I'm going to the next village. Everyone should be vigilant. The recent form is different from before."

Charles finished and rode Celestia to the next village, where he was scheduled to spend the night.