Feeling thirsty, Aman groped for a cup. After finding it, he leaned over to take the earthenware pot of milk, brought it close to smell, and found that it had a faint odor.
Maybe it has been stored for too long. Drinking this kind of milk will probably give you diarrhea.
Helplessly, he took the pitcher and filled the ceramic cup with water, then drank it all in one gulp.
He was really thirsty. The weather was dry and hot, and he couldn't sleep peacefully in bed. He poured the water several times before he was full, and a lot of water spilled on the table due to his hasty actions.
A'man was a person who couldn't stand messiness. He saw a towel draped over the back of a chair and took it down to absorb the water stains.
I felt vaguely dizzy again.
The pattern on the towel seemed to be shaking. He couldn't resist the temptation in his heart and unfolded it. He saw a woman with blood all over her face trapped inside, trying to pounce on him with her fangs and claws.
"Ah!" He screamed again in fright and threw the towel away.
He used too much force and the thing flew all the way to the door and hit the intruder right on the head.
"Your Majesty?" The man gently took off the towel, revealing a face that looked to be about sixty or seventy years old with a long white beard.
"Who are you?" A'man looked at him warily, feeling vaguely that he looked familiar.
"I am Alfonso, your chancellor."
The old man raised his brows happily, walked over and took his hand, and reached out to his chest to feel his heartbeat.
"Your Majesty's illness should be recovering soon, but his memory disorder has not yet recovered. Let's wait and see."
"Alfonso...Alfonso..."
Aman kept repeating the name.
"I often see you in my diary..."
"Then I am honored to be remembered in this way by your majesty."
"How do we usually get along?"
"Like a ruler and his subjects, but also like friends."
Alfonso was a talkative and intelligent man. He pulled Aman to sit beside the bed and described the current government affairs to him in detail, wishing to break down each thing into pieces. It was this attentiveness and seriousness that touched Aman, and he began to respect the old man.
"… That's it about the taxation issue of the southern territory. Although Kelgert is unwilling to truly submit to you, he is also unwilling to engage in war with you. He has presented a gift, including 1000 lambs and 500 horses. What do you think of this, Your Majesty?"
"We don't have the energy to start wars everywhere right now." Aman shook his head and gradually seemed to remember, "Kelget... I remember this man. He is as stupid as his father. He is good for nothing except force."
"Yes, so Your Majesty thinks..."
"Just leave him alone. Our top priority is to expand the living area. Northern Goli is not a place for people to stay. We are seriously short of houses to live in!"
The two discussed some more details, and the atmosphere gradually became relaxed and harmonious.
"By the way, Your Majesty, how are Mollys and Tina?"
"Moris and...Tina..."
A'man felt his head ache again, but his memory was finally restored. He said to the prime minister according to the scene he imagined: "Are you talking about... the two women who were selected before?"
"Yes."
"It should be in the bedroom inside... I don't know, I haven't touched them yet. You know Alfonso, I'm sick."
"Your Majesty, please take care of your health, but also be aware of the potential risks to your offspring."
Alfonso grabbed him and gave him another long speech, reiterating the dangers of having no heirs in the kingdom.
"I know, I know."
A'man was getting so annoyed with him, and the stabbing pain in his head was getting more severe, so he didn't want to continue the conversation.
"Your Majesty, please take a rest first."
Alfonso stood up consciously.
"I will retire first."
After the old man left, A'man sat on the bed, bored, and began to toss around the room.
He took off his sword, shield, robe, and even his armor and tried them out.
After making sure that they all fit his body shape and arm length, he was very excited, and finally found a longbow hanging above the bed.
This bow was his favorite thing, the only regret was that he couldn't find any arrows after searching the whole room.
"Maybe it was put in the inner room..."
Oh, right.
It seems that there are two concubines he chose in the inner room?
Thinking of this, A'man frowned slightly, and for some reason his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
After hesitating for a while, he went in, wanting to see what the two concubines looked like.
I really can't remember the impression clearly, I can only glimpse some characteristics from the diary.
Lift the curtain and enter the house.
As soon as Aman stuck his head out, he was scared to death by what he saw.
There was a big bed under the curtains, and on the bed sat a patterned spider the size of a calf, spinning silk to make a cocoon and weaving a piece of clothing for a person.
Chapter 43: Goli's Tribulation III
“Our first goal must be to find a way to contact Aman.”
Sitting in the house, Leon took out a crumpled little note and read it out, "Baliu and I both know him... We can even say that we have fought side by side. This is not an ordinary relationship. I think this is why she asked us to come in the first wave."
"And then?" Darent asked dryly.
"Then of course I asked him what happened during this period and why he didn't send any information." Li Ang frowned. "You joined later. You may not know that after the Shadow Poison Needle case was over, Baliu and I joined the team that specifically connected with Goli. It was an intelligence team that was specifically used to process the information sent back from Goli, so there were many confidential things that we knew earlier than you."
"Oh, since you guys know each other so well, why don't you just follow him here?" Darent curled his lips, "I don't think you will disappear with your abilities... Then you won't lose contact with Goli, right?"
"Maps, you are such a joke." Bariwu frowned, "We are not showing off to you."
"I'm not being sarcastic." Darent raised his hands, "Well, it seems we don't know each other well enough."
He wasn't talking nonsense, it was his habit. Hitzfeld was also irritated by him when they first met, maybe that's why he was assigned to partner with the girl - the others really didn't want him.
They discussed here for a while how to enter the city later and wanted to see some problems that Aman needed to solve.
"The city area...it will probably take less than an hour to continue walking." Li Ang recalled from memory, "I remember there is a port city called Iverria in the north of Goli, but its entrance is not at the northernmost end, but a little around the west, southwest of us."
"The plan we agreed with Aman at the time was that our people would escort him back to Ivanria." Baliu added, "Ivanria is the bridgehead in the north of Goli and the largest trading port between Goli and Nanxinze. His uncle Mokaili was able to gather a large number of lords because he was the first to control this city. It should be very prosperous, but there is still a large area of primitive jungle."
Darent listened very carefully - if you ignore the way he picked wild fruits to tease the monkeys, he asked again: "I heard that the most famous thing here is the plantation..."
"Because this place has a climate advantage." Li Ang snapped his fingers. "Imagine our most fertile northern plains. No matter how hard you cultivate, you can only harvest twice a year at most. But in this damn place, you can harvest three times a year just by sowing seeds without doing anything else."
"Since this is such a good place, why didn't we attack and take Goli under our control?"
"This is not something we should discuss." Li Ang spread his hands. "Although I sometimes think so... but it's up to His Majesty to make the decision. I personally think they think it's troublesome to open up the land. There are many plantations here, but there are even more primitive jungles. Goli was a small country from the beginning. Even if it hadn't been invaded by the gray fog, there wouldn't be many people. You can see that from the fact that they are still using the primitive lord feudal system."
They discussed here for a long time, and Baliu's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Huh? This little monkey, it doesn't even want to leave?"
The two wooden men, who could be said to be of the same kind, looked up at the beam at the same time and discovered that the hairy monkey that Darent had teased at the beginning did not run away like its companions, but squatted there listening to them talk.
"This is really strange!" Li Ang stood up with his eyes wide open, "Can it understand?"
"Come on, come on..." Darent simply took off his backpack, took out a notebook and a pen from it and placed them on the table, "You understand, right? Come on, show me how to do it?"
Baliu thought he was crazy, but she didn't expect the monkey to actually jump down from the beam and fiddle with the pen with his hand.
"Gege, gege, gege..." It made a series of chirping sounds while fiddling with it. The three of them didn't know whether it could really understand Sara language, but it was obvious that they could not understand monkey language.
"What do you mean by looking at me?"
Baliwu felt two pairs of eyes on her. She was stunned for a moment and then started to get angry. "Forget Mapus, but what do you mean, Leon? Are you asking for trouble?"
"No—" Li Ang waved his hand, "I just thought that you tree people and wild animals get along well, maybe there is a possibility..."
"It's impossible! Even Your Majesty can't communicate with nature!"
On the other side, Darent and the monkey had already started drawing something in a serious manner.
He thought the monkey was barking because it couldn't open the pen cap, so he went over to help it take off the cap. He was also considerate enough to demonstrate to the monkey first and drew a disrespectful monkey face on the notebook.
Then he put the pen into the monkey's paw and held out his hand to indicate that it was your turn.
"Here, here, here." The monkey looked at Darent, then at the ugly monkey face on the notebook, and started scribbling on it with a pen.
"Ouch! What are you doing!?"
Darent immediately wailed. The monkey was so strong that it tore several layers of his notebook!
"Give me back my pen!"
The monkey ran away while he was shouting, and took away his favorite pen. Darent was so angry that he was ready to climb up the pole.
"You are so idle that you want to fight with a monkey." Baliu's shoulders slumped. "Don't you notice that the sun is about to set? We don't have time. Let's get going after we have rested enough."
They set out again despite the monkeys' ridicule, and finally arrived at the port city in the southwest before sunset.
"It seems we came at the wrong time."
The three of them hid behind the bushes and watched the lively scene in front of them.
There was a specially reclaimed open space with clusters of fires burning on the ground. A group of ragged refugees were holding wood and tools, building houses under the command of a foreman.
"It is true that Iverria is the largest city in Goli, but it cannot accommodate nearly one-third of the total population of Goli."
Baliu calmly analyzed the situation for them. "It should be that the refugees have overcrowded the city. They have no choice but to expand the residential area on the original basis. Otherwise, with such a crowded climate... an epidemic will break out in a few days."
"I think it has already erupted." Darent stared at the nearest person.
His trousers were already torn to half their original size, and he was wearing a pair of straw sandals. His steps were unsteady, and even from a distance one could tell that he looked very bad.
It feels like I pulled a lot.
All three of them felt uncomfortable. Although from a probabilistic analysis, tree people and wooden people are less likely to suffer from common diseases, the probability is not zero.
It's really bad luck to come here as a spy when an infectious disease breaks out.
"There's another problem." Li Ang said, "If we don't make up an identity, we can only say that we are fleeing. But looking at these people... I'm afraid that we won't be able to see A'man, and will be the first to be dragged away to be used as coolies."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from the front.
Climbing the tree and looking out, I could vaguely see a circle around the fire, with what seemed to be a magician in the middle, spewing flames from his mouth and making the monkey on his shoulder jump through a fire ring.
The monkey was trained very well by him. Every time it jumped successfully, there would be cheers from the people around. After the performance, the artist took off his hat and handed it to the monkey, letting it go and ask for rewards in turn.
The three of them watched for a long time - until the performance was over. They all stared at the magician and found that he did not join the coolie army, but went into the city at ease.
"I can probably guess what we're thinking right now."
Darent was the first to break the silence.
"It's a pity that we failed to build a good relationship with our new friends..."
Just then, two refugees went into the woods to relieve themselves and chose this tree. The three heard their discussion:
“There are beauty pageants everywhere!”
"Yes, it's your Majesty who wants to get married."
"I see those women, no matter how ugly they are, they can get water to drink as long as they go there. I envy them so much. If I were a woman, I wouldn't have to do this."
"Haha, you didn't say that when you came..."
The refugees left, and Darent and Leon looked at each other, then turned back to look at Baliu.
Baliu was furious.
"Leon, you are really going to die—"
“Give, give, give, give…”
Just then, the leaves and branches parted quietly, and a hairy monkey holding a pen climbed up and squatted there, watching them.
"It's following us?"
Baliu's anger was extinguished by "surprise" before it reached its peak. She stared at the monkey, always feeling that the development of the situation was unusual.
"It's you who needs to build relationships with new friends. It's not too late now."
