Chapter 508: Return to Despair(1/2)
After dark, Peake walked out of the dark green tent in a daze.
Barton Mondo, who had been sitting in the camp all day, rubbed his sleepy face and said to Agares:
"This can awaken spiritual power?"
Agares was still watching the figure slowly leaving, smiling and silent. When the parrot on its shoulder saw that its owner did not answer, it shouted hoarsely:
"Hello! My princess! Hello! My princess!"
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Peake's mind went blank. At this moment, he forgot where he was. After walking out of the dark green tent, he suddenly lost his sense of direction.
After walking around twice, he found his way back.
Sandy was sitting in the arms of his great-grandfather. Peake heard the old man seeming to be whispering some story to Sandy. Sandy listened with interest. When he saw Peake coming back, he shouted in surprise:
"dad!"
"Hello! My princess!" Pique said these words unconsciously.
"Dad, what are you talking about?"
"Hello! My... Sandy, yes, what am I talking about?" Pique touched his blue hat, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said to Sandy, "You have had breakfast.
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"Dad, it's already dark now, where can we get breakfast?"
"Ah? It's dark!" Then Peake realized that it was already dark. He looked around and saw that everyone around him was looking at him as if he was mentally ill.
The pessimistic Falal said: "It's over, another one is crazy, our leader Yordelman has also gone crazy."
In private, some people will call Pique the Blue Hat, while the pessimistic Faral likes to call Pique the leader of the Yodelman. Because at the crash meeting and the wedding in the castle five years ago, the pessimistic Faral happened to be present.
, he was deeply impressed by the blue hat's actions.
The spineless Sido obviously had a great affection for Pique, and his address to Pique seemed more respectful: "Mr. Pique, Sandy is very sensible today!"
Piqué smiled at Cido, and then took Sandy from his grandfather's arms.
In the darkness, Piqué gently stroked Sandy's back and comforted him to sleep. His grandfather sat beside him quietly. He did not ask Piqué where he had gone during the day, and just sat quietly on the same tree with Piqué.
Under the old trees.
The endless forest is filled with the sounds of beasts all the time. The timid Yodelmans dare not fall asleep listening to the strange sounds in the dark night. Some people have dark circles under their eyes and are always wary of their surroundings. Some people are holding branches tightly in their hands.
It seemed like he would get up and fight at any moment.
Peake is actually not very courageous, but he knows the simplest logic. Whether it is the Kingdom cavalry or the Kingdom cavalry disguised as prisoners, they will not let the Yodelmans be carried away by wild beasts, otherwise they would bring so many Yodelmans.
Walking into the endless forest loses its meaning.
Seeing Sandy's breathing become evener, Pique closed his eyes after saying a few words to his grandfather.
The moment he closed his eyes, the whole world appeared in his mind!
Sandy and his grandfather were beside him, Falal and Cido not far away, as well as hundreds of sleeping Yodelmen and patrolling armored cavalry all around.
He felt himself rising slowly into the sky, taking in everything.
Is this the power of spiritual power?
Piqué looked down at everything in front of him, and then began to fly in the sky.
There was still fog in the dark night. He flew very high and could not see the stars, which showed how thick the fog was.
Hathgar!
He found the person he thought about day and night.
Hello! My princess!
He used his spiritual power to silently say to her: "I have mastered the power of spiritual power, and we have hope."
Peake was certain that Hessijia could not hear the voice of his mental power, and he used his mental power to wander around Hessjia.
Suddenly, Hesjia seemed to feel something and suddenly opened her eyes!
Aunt Ekefe felt the body next to her shaking and said worriedly:
"What's wrong, Heskar? Are you having another nightmare?"
Hesjia slowly scanned the darkness around her, lowered her head and said:
"The nightmare does accompany me every day."
Aunt Ekefield asked: "What was in the dream?"
Hesijia thought for a moment, lowered her head and replied: "I forgot, but there was no Pique in the dream."
Aunt Ekfe sighed and said: "That should indeed be considered a nightmare. Heskar, if you want to learn prayers, I can teach you. Over the years, I have learned at least dozens of prayers. As long as you remember all the prayers in your heart,
Repeat the prayer and you will gain inner peace."
"I have a prayer," Hesgar whispered. "Pik taught me it."
"Oh? You can talk and listen."
Hesjia recalled the past time, when the two were not married yet, wandering in the rain in the peaceful town, "Great God of Light, I am your devout believer, please give me the key to open the door of your home.
A smile appeared on her lips, "Of course, you can replace the last sentence with your own wishes."
"This..." Aunt Ekefe was silent for two seconds before whispering, "You are just saying an ordinary prayer. You finished reciting it before the God of Light had time to listen. This is not acceptable."
"Then how should you pronounce it..."
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Peake used his spiritual power to accompany her all night long, and when dawn came, he took his spiritual power back into his body.
At breakfast time, Pique pulled Sandy and stood in line behind the pessimistic Faral.
When Falal walked out of the team carrying rice porridge while complaining, Pique saw the face that had been specially smeared with black and gray. He said:
"Hello! My princess!"
Heskar smiled and filled a bowl of rice porridge for him.
"I heard yesterday's prayer!" Pique said to her with a smile.
Hesjia's hand shook and the pottery bowl almost fell. It was Pique who caught the pottery bowl from below. In the process, Pique held Hesjia's hand.
The two have been married for five years, but at this time, Hessgar blushed when Pique touched his hands.
Seeing a silver-armored cavalry walking towards here, Peake quickly slipped away with two large bowls of rice porridge, followed by Sandy and his grandfather.
As usual, Peake only ate half of the rice porridge and gave the rest to Sandy.
"Dad, I don't want to eat this anymore!" Sandy threw the chestnut cake heavily on the ground.
A somewhat dry hand picked up the chestnut cake from the ground, knocked the dirt off the cake, and Pique put it into his clothes. "When you are hungry, you will eat anything!" he said to Sandy.
, "Look at those uncles, they are soaking tree bark in rice porridge."
"I want to eat the bark too." Sandy scratched the itchy corner of his eye.
"It tastes terrible," Pike introduced to him, "at least it tastes worse than chestnut cake, and when you poop, the undigested bark will cut your buttocks."
Sandy touched his butt unconsciously and said to Pique:
"Dad, I haven't had a bowel movement in a week. Where did I go?"
Pique didn't know the answer to this question, so he could only answer vaguely: "Stinky turned into your loud fart."
"Dad, I never fart, it's you who often fart..."
Pique quickly covered Sandy's mouth.
At the end of breakfast time, the roar of the armored cavalry echoed through the entire team.
Immediately, everyone carefully put away their pottery bowls. They must keep their pottery bowls. If they lose their pottery bowls, the silver-armored cavalry will deprive them of the right to eat.
Heading north, this is what they do every day.
As soon as he walked, Sandy could count trees:
"Seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one."
"Seven thousand three hundred and twenty-two."
"Seven thousand..."
Everyone is accustomed to Sandy's tree-counting game. In order to prevent Sandy from playing the walking game with eyes closed, they try not to faint themselves.
However, things always went in a bad direction. When the time came to noon, a thin Yodelman still fainted there.
The silver-armored cavalry whipped him hard, and the fainted man did not get up. His eyelids began to tremble when he saw it.
When it got dark, the silver-armored cavalry dragged him by the arm and threw him into the bushes.
To be continued...