Gavin took out a spare blanket from his horse, threw it to Vic and said: "You go to bed first, I will watch you for half the night, and I will naturally call you when needed in the second half of the night."
"Follow your orders." Vic completely regarded Gavin's division of labor as an order, took the blanket, curled up and lay down not far from Gavin, and there was no more movement.
As for Gavin, of course he will not be idle and will continue to use the psychic's self-hypnosis to dig out treasures from his memory.
When it comes to the amount of information contained in memory, the legendary warrior is far from Zhang You's opponent, because the society Zhang You lives in is in the era of the information explosion. The amount of information ingested every day is staggering, and a lot of knowledge is obtained without knowing it.
Things that are passively ingested during sleep—billboards on the roadside, pop-up advertisements, push messages seen accidentally, etc.
Gawen's current intelligence attribute is up to eighteen points, four of which are from Zhang You's life.
According to the Magic Network's method of evaluating intelligence attributes, people with normal thinking average around ten points. Those who have received a little orthodox education can generally reach eleven to twelve points. Those who have received elite education will reach thirteen to ten points.
Four o'clock.
On Earth, those who have completed high school education can be considered elite education in Faerûn. Even most elite education cannot catch up, because Earth is more systematic and the knowledge covers a wider range - here it only refers to the amount of knowledge.
After all, the nature of the two worlds is very different, and the knowledge is naturally different.
But in terms of gold content, the legendary warrior is still higher. Some information is very useful for future plans, especially those with time points.
Gavin must dig them out bit by bit to serve his plan.
As the memory excavation proceeds, Gavin's destination has become clear--the rocky land of the Kingdom of Cormyr, where he will go to dig the first pot of gold.
With frequent use, Gavin's self-hypnosis has become more and more proficient, and he has combined memory mining and trance. Although it is not perfect, he can basically move it in and out freely, in and out in seconds.
In other words, when sleeping, Gavin is still aware of the situation more than ten meters around him and can wake up at any time.
It didn't matter whether Vic was needed or not, but Gavin still woke him up on time and asked him to put him on guard for four hours before dawn.
You said Gavin was suspicious or cautious.
Anyway, he is based on the principle of being careful and making no big mistakes. He will give Vic as much trust as possible, but he still has to guard against what should be guarded against.
The goblin warlock on sentry duty did his duty faithfully. From beginning to end, he sat five steps away from Gavin without even dozing off.
I don’t know how to make full use of this time to prepare a breakfast.
Although Vic was a slave before, because of his status as a warlock, he was also a special slave. At least he did not do the same chores as ordinary goblins.
Gavin, who was in a trance, couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that Vic still needed to be coached and improved in many areas. Fortunately, at the beginning, he didn't expect Vic to join the team and had already made preparations in advance.
Using a long stick, he moved the extinguished bonfire to the side while explaining to Vic some basic common sense of life and what he needed to do when he was sentrying in the future.
Now, except for the ability to cast spells, Vic is just like a blank slate. If you don't tell him what to do, he can't even think of it.
The only advantage is that he is obedient, does whatever he is told, and learns whatever he is told, even if he does not do well, he will not learn it for a while.
It doesn't matter, as long as you work hard and learn, Gavin can carve a flower out of a piece of rotten wood, no matter how much effort it takes.
What's more, Vic is not a piece of dead wood, but a smart man who lacks certain knowledge.
Let's put it this way, there are no fools among spellcasters, whether it is a warlock whose key attribute for spellcasting is charm, or a priest who relies on perception and synchronization with the magic weave.
The Magic Network only gives them the relevant knowledge of spellcasting. If they want to truly complete the spellcasting, they still need to dig and learn on their own.
Take Gavin for example. He has been a psychic for several days, but except for the psychic blast that he could cast before changing his profession, he could not cast any other psychic spells.
His main focus these days was on working on the Book of Military Strategy and digging deeply into the memories of legendary warriors. He didn't have time to practice the few psychic powers passed down to him by the Magic Network.
While he was talking, Gavin peeled away a palm-thick layer of soil under the bonfire, revealing the steaming treasure underneath, a total of three lumps of soil larger than a human head.
Under Vic's confused gaze, Gavin knocked open the soil, and the aroma immediately hit his nostrils.
These lumps of earth are filled with all kinds of food, which have been completely roasted by a bonfire all night long.
A fat hare, tender on the outside and oily on the inside, weighs seven or eight kilograms. Inside its empty belly is a small fat chicken, weighing three or four kilograms.
One was stuffed with seven or eight fist-sized potatoes, and the other was stuffed with three or four arm-sized pieces of root food, which were also roasted until soft.
These are the rations Gavin prepared for himself on today’s journey. They are all authentic game. When he was on his way yesterday, he hunted them along the way. With the adventure experience of a legendary warrior, Gavin’s wilderness survival skills are fully equipped.
Due to rampant monsters and constant wars, all creatures are confined to their respective settlements, including most monster groups.
Most of the land in Faerûn has not been extensively developed and is still dominated by nature. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as "beating roe deer with a stick and scooping out fish with a gourd, and pheasants flying into the rice pot". Zifan has some wild survival skills.
, it is not difficult to survive - provided that you are not hunted by other monsters as prey.
Vic's eyes widened. He was not shocked by Gavin's unique cooking skills, but because he was hungry. He didn't have Gavin's wild survival skills. After escaping from the convoy, he was hungry and full.
Most of the meals he ate were raw food, which he had improvised last night, and Gavin didn't leave any food for him, so he was still on an empty stomach.
"Eat it!" Gavin tore the cock in half and pushed it to Vic along with a few potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Whoosh!
Gavin only felt the dark shadows in front of his eyes shaking, and the food disappeared. They were all held in Vic's arms, regardless of the fact that the little cock was still leaking oil.
"Wait." Gavin stopped Vic.
"This is mine, mine!" At this moment, Vic had a trace of ferocity on his face.
Vic's reaction was not beyond Gavin's expectation. He had been very obedient in the convoy before, but when it came time to eat, he behaved this way. This was a common problem among most slaves.
All slave owners will use hunger as a means to control their slaves, keeping them on the line of hunger all year round.
If things go on like this, their instinct to protect food will be stimulated. When it comes to eating, they often don't recognize their relatives, and only a whip can make them flinch a little.
Just now, Vic didn't grab it directly, not because of his own moral cognition, but because he was afraid of being beaten.
In the team, Gavin only regarded Vic as a passer-by, so he naturally didn't care about it. Now that he wants to regard him as an important partner in the future, he cannot allow him to continue like this and prepares for gradual transformation: "I don't want to take back the food.
But when you receive gifts from others, you say thank you. As long as you say thank you, the food will be yours."
"Thank you!" Vic said without hesitation.
For the sake of a bite to eat, he has done even more extreme things, let alone a single word.
"Okay, you can eat." Gavin knew that he had a long way to go in his transformation mission.