As a pitiful, weak, helpless, but capable evil being, Mu Su was isolated and helpless in the Lindsay Wetland. In the end, the captain with a particularly long name took Mu Su back to their camp, a clearing in the forest.
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Several large, triangular-shaped tents covered with thick fur and looking bloated surrounded the central bonfire.
The rest of the team members are already repairing in front of the tent.
Most of the residents in Lindsay Wetland live in tents. According to them, it rains too much during the rainy season. Wood is not waterproof and is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Concrete is not available, so they made a batch of tarpaulins and used wood as support to build tents.
, over time it became the style of Lindsay Wetland.
Mu Su sat down next to Catherine without anyone noticing. One of the members filled the fire with some hay branches and blew hard. After a while, faint sparks appeared, and the fire rekindled.
They took off their equipment and gathered around the campfire to warm themselves up. Annie came over from a tent carrying a basin, which was full of white flowers and plant roots still stained with soil.
Roots the size of fists were distributed, and Mu Su also received one. The team members either strung them with branches and set them up near the campfire, or directly handed them to their mouths and took a bite, making the sound of chewing.
"This is Amy root. It's edible." Annie sat down next to Mu Su and said. "It has a faint sweet taste of starch."
Mu Su was disgusted with holding Amy Root: "I am a god, you want me to eat this kind of thing?"
"What? God?" Anne tilted her head, staring unblinkingly at the perfect face with no flaws in the firelight. She suddenly thought that maybe only gods could have such an appearance.
Then he remembered that Mu Su, who had been beaten back to his original shape, explained with a smile: "She is... mentally ill."
The rest of the team members nodded subconsciously. This seemed to explain why Tong Musu was so weird.
"You must have eaten well. After winter, the conditions become even more difficult." A cold voice thought from beside her. Catherine ate the Amy root silently, pursed her lips and said.
Mu Su turned his head, and then his eyes were caught by gravity uncontrollably: "I thought you were well nourished."
"That was a long time ago, okay..." Catherine rolled her eyes at him. She wanted to say that she was much younger. But she was afraid of being sexually harassed by Mu Su, so she decisively kept her mouth shut.
If none of this happened, there was no apocalypse, and her parents were not dead, she would still be happy to meet Mu Su. But now...
The team members chatted with each other, and the sky began to darken completely. The firelight of the remaining camps among the trees in the distance was faintly visible.
Frederick brought the topic down to business. He said to Mu Su: "Mu Su, you were brought back by us. According to the rules of the wetland, we have priority in inviting you to join the team."
"I'm joining."
Musu agreed as quickly as he sold his teammates during the day.
"Uh...I haven't finished speaking yet." Frey felt a trace of regret in his heart and calmed down slightly and asked: "But everyone in our team has something he is good at. What are you good at?"
Mu Su scratched his head and asked tentatively: "Maybe... charm?"
He can't quite describe it.
Everyone was speechless, but in one aspect he was right, Mu Su's appearance was indeed very deceptive.
Frey thought for a moment. Compared with combatants, other types of team members are indeed what they need. After a day of getting along with Mu Su, although his behavior is weird, he is still reliable. The only problem is the dark history of betraying his teammates...
Amidst the crackling bonfire, the firelight made his face flicker. Anne looked at him nervously, for fear of refusing.
After a while, Frey broke the dead silence and nodded to Mu Su: "Then welcome, you are now a trainee member of our hunter team."
Once the atmosphere relaxed, Frei began to introduce the team members to Mu Su.
At night, the temperature turned cold and it was time to rest. The team members discussed setting up a tent for Mu Su.
"Let Catherine and I squeeze in," Musu said shyly.
It's embarrassing to ask them to make room.
"Don't even think about it." Catherine simply refused, as if she didn't care about Mu Su's handsome face at all.
Mu Su was not discouraged and asked instead: "If the tent I live in suddenly collapses for no reason, is there any possibility that Catherine and I can squeeze in?"
"If that's the case, it can only be that you have no place to live." Catherine didn't look at him, bent down and got into the tent.
With an aggrieved look on his face, Mu Su climbed into the vacated tent and covered himself with his robe as a quilt.
Tears accompanied him in his dreams.
As the team members returned to their respective tents, the camp gradually became quiet. Annie still stayed outside. She wrapped herself in a blanket, got closer to the campfire, and took out a novel that was warm from her arms.
"It would be nice if there was a little more light."
After barely reading a few lines, her eyes started to get sore. Anne mumbled in frustration. The fire was almost out, and the flickering flames were not enough to see clearly the small words on the page.
Mu Su raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Anne next to the campfire let out a soft cry, and she found that the light of the fire became stable and even brighter.
She was a little strange, even though the flames were still weak... But soon, she focused on the book, pressed her fingers under the words, and read the contents while moving.
"On February 24, 1815, the lookout on the lookout tower of the sheltered weir sent a signal to the people, announcing the arrival of the three-masted schooner Pharaoh..."
In this quiet murmur, Mu Su fell into a deep sleep.
In the doomsday forest, there are no birds or insects in the early morning. The gloomy weather has nothing to do with the sunshine.
The survivors, who had long been accustomed to resting at sunrise and sunset, crawled out of their tents one after another.
Someone called Mu Su: "Do you want to come with us?"
The gathering points and lakes are deserted. If you want to gain anything, you can only hunt in dangerous peripheral areas.
There are still a few days until winter, and they need to prepare for winter. No one wants to go out for more than ten hours in the cold winter of the Little Ice Age, risking frostbite and death in search of food.
Mu Su's eyes were half-closed, as if he hadn't woken up: "If you don't go, can I sleep in?"
The female team member looked at Mu Su's lazy appearance, her heart quickened, her face turned red and she was speechless.
"No, you need to clean the camp." Catherine, who was extremely resistant, came over and said.
Mu Su had no intention of getting up. He half-squinted his eyes and said to the figure above his head: "You guys should be back soon."
"Before dark."
"Then I won't go." Mu Su lifted up his robe and covered his head. Anyway, they are not here... Who knows if they sleep in? Hehehehe...
Catherine's tone was calm and not angry: "Okay, I'll leave it to you to keep the camp clean."
The campground was noisy for a while, but after finishing cleaning up and leaving, it gradually returned to calm. Until half an hour later——
"Is Mr. Musu here?"
There was a call.
"Ah?" Hearing someone shout, Mu Su poked his head out of his robe.
When the two people walked into the camp, their eyes fell on Mu Su who had poked his head out of the tent. They were stunned at first, and then they were happy.
"That's him, take him away!"
Mu Su suddenly cried: "I surrender! They went hunting and they probably haven't gone far yet! The leader is Frey, and I'm just an insignificant pawn. All heroes, please spare my life!"