Boris got up from his light sleep. He looked tired. His beard reached to the edge of his neck, and his cheeks were also covered with thick black-brown beard. He looked no different from a savage.
With the weak light of the kerosene lamp, Boris began to shave himself. He grabbed a large handful of beard and cut it lightly with a dagger, and a large ball of beard fell off. He grabbed another handful and pulled the dagger back to cut.
Now, a lot of his thick black-brown beard has fallen out.
After a simple shave and haircut, Boris began to pack his luggage. He inserted the dagger into the scabbard on his waist, stuffed the dried meat into his backpack pocket, and put the plaster for treating skin wounds into his arms.
Outside the tent, the cold wind was still there, and heavy snow fell in a mighty force, almost burying the entire camp. Boris waved his arm and found that the injured arm still ached a little. At least, he could not use 100% of his strength.
Strength. Only his right hand can fully exert force. This may not seem like a big problem, but for the upcoming long journey, it is a big problem. Because the injury to his arm has not healed, he will not be able to draw the bow with all his strength.
In the wild, if you cannot obtain food through hunting, the dry food on your body will be exhausted soon. It will take at least a month to walk from here to the Great Wall in the north of Kislev. Boris knows that the dry food he carries with him will
Can't last that long.
He sighed and continued to tidy up with an expression on his face. Finally, he set his sights on the tribal battle axe. In the previous battles, he had relied on this weapon to kill a large number of beastmen.
It is also because it has been affirmed by the tribal chiefs and elders. It is very handy, both in terms of weight and length. Most importantly, it is also very sharp. It is hard to imagine that a barbarian tribe can make such a sophisticated weapon. But
Maybe it was seized from other battlefields. Boris wanted to take it with him, but the next second he remembered that this weapon did not belong to him after all. It was the property of the tribe, but he was fighting for the tribe, so the weapon was temporarily lost to
In your own hands. Then, if you feel like leaving it again, you can't take it away.
Boris thought this, and retracted the arm he just stretched out. Let it lie here as a memorial. Boris said to himself. Just as he was about to walk out of the tent, he was blocked by a figure.
Smelling the familiar smell, Boris knew that it was her again...
Lilia broke into the tent from the cold wind. As soon as she came in and saw Boris's outfit, she knew what he was going to do...
"Are you leaving again?"
Lilia asked in surprise. What followed was a sudden change in expression, from joy to anger to sadness.
"Yes……"
Boris was squeezed into a corner, sat down helplessly, threw his duffel bag on the ground, and looked at the woman in front of him with an embarrassed look.
"You said you wouldn't leave, but you deceived me and the tribe again!"
Lilia protested in a low voice. She tried to calm herself down, not wanting to alarm the tribesmen outside.
"Lilia, listen to me..."
"There's nothing to say. If a person wants to leave, it's useless to talk about staying. I know your character, Boris."
Lilia interrupted Boris angrily and stared at the man in front of her with a pair of clear and bright eyes.
"Sorry, Lilia."
Boris said in a deep voice——
"I said that I would not leave the tribe, but the promise I made at that time was because I owed the tribe a favor. And now, I have repaid this favor..."
"Pay off? For you, coming to the tribe is a deal?"
Lilia asked rhetorically.
Boris was speechless... He knew that no matter what he said, it was wrong... Thinking about the kindness of this tribe outside the Great Wall to him, and then thinking about his repeated departures, thinking of this, Boris suddenly
I felt a deep sense of guilt and self-blame.
After a long time, Lilia spoke again——
"Well, even if you leave here and return to the Great Wall, what can you do back there? In other words, who are you there? A deserter? A coward? Or an enemy spy or intelligence agent? What about the Great Wall?
No one around you knows what happened to you after you disappeared. They only know that Boris has not been heard from since leaving the Great Wall, and then returned to the Great Wall in tribal clothes. What will your fellow men in black think?
"
Lilia said, and Boris listened quietly. He had no words to refute. In fact, he didn't want to refute anything. After all, no matter what he said, he was justified first. The tribe was indeed very kind to him... The Great Wall...
Kislev, what is attracting you? Besides Denis?
Boris asked himself...
Yes, Dennis... Boris knows his answer... But even if he returns to the Great Wall, he will never see Dennis again... Taking a step back, even if he does, what can he do? He is just a soldier.
An ordinary Night Watch warrior, and Denis has already become the queen of the entire kingdom... There is such a huge difference in their identities... Unless Denis atones for herself, removes herself from all Night Watch duties, and restores her status as a Kislev noble... But
, will she do this? The people of Kislev all know their relationship with her. It is not an exaggeration to use embarrassment as a traitor. Boris knows that for the sake of the kingdom, Denis will not do this. Because, she is the queen...
"Do you know? Boris. After this battle, my father and the elders have planned to promote you to become the captain of the cavalry, which is my position. And I will return to my father to help him develop
Give orders and handle various affairs. Even in a few years, you will probably become one of the elders. The tribe evaluates titles based on success or failure, rather than age and so-called family background. Perhaps in Kislev, family members
Glory can be hereditary, but here, you have to fight for it yourself. You have fought for this glory for yourself. This is the glory that countless tribesmen want, but you want to give up easily."
Lilia said, her eyes became moist at some point.
Boris felt at a loss. In the past, he was the idol sought after by thousands of girls in Kislev, but now, he is just a warrior. He has not even interacted with the opposite sex for a long time, and he does not even know how to comfort him. Only
Being able to stand there and let Lilia's emotions gradually collapse, pouring out like a flood.
She suddenly hugged Boris, tears bursting from her eyes, and kept sobbing on the man's chest. Deeper self-blame came to her heart, and this self-blame and guilt almost immediately changed Boris's mind... Look
Looking at the pitiful woman in front of him, Boris couldn't help but hugged her, comforted her, and kept comforting her. Let Lilia's tears wet his chest and clothes.