Chapter 304 Harold: I'm just going to have a meeting
After the two men determined the personnel deployment and once again confirmed the time and battle process, Harold said he wanted to take a nap.
As the initiator of the battle plan and the owner of the Eye of God who had intentionally trained in the shaping of rock creations, he was responsible for the largest area of rock creations, and some major accessories, such as the muzzle and keel, were made by him alone.
Maintaining the rock creation and running fast for a long time consumed too much of his physical strength. If he was not the owner of the Eye of God, he would probably have collapsed.
"I'm sorry, we left in a hurry when we were summoned by the headquarters, and we didn't prepare new bedding for you in advance." Kusela apologized as he spread a few blankets on the ground.
"It's inconvenient to carry too many things in this situation." Harold said casually.
Kucera quickly made a bed, and Harold thanked him and got in. As soon as he touched the blanket, he couldn't suppress the urge to yawn, but he suddenly seemed to remember something, sat up slightly, and said in a calm tone:
"...Dixia has a strong learning ability. When everything is settled, she may be able to use the knowledge she has learned in these days to bring some changes to your hometown."
The topic changed so quickly that it took Kusela two seconds to realize that Harold was praising his adopted daughter and seemed to be hinting that he had taught Dishia some useful knowledge.
Kusela had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but joy accounted for the vast majority. He opened his mouth to talk to Harold about Dishia again, but saw that the other party had rolled himself up in a blanket, and his breathing became unusually calm.
Kusela had no choice but to resist the urge and lay down on the bed, ready to catch up on some sleep until dawn, but Haroldt's voice kept echoing in his mind, keeping him in an agitated state and unable to fall asleep.
On the other side, the caravan set out again after daybreak. The guide who came from the desert still walked in the front of the team, and the mercenaries either led the pack animals or walked on both sides of the pack animals to guard the goods.
The leader had a white cloth wrapped around his head, a shawl around his neck, and wore sunglasses. This attire could effectively prevent the face from being burned by the sun. He and some merchants dressed similarly held maps, sat on pack animals, and kept an eye on the route.
The arrangement of the caravan seemed to be the same as before the departure, except for a few new faces inside. They were mercenaries newly hired by the caravan leader from the previous tribe.
This young leader seemed overly cautious, or he had received intelligence from somewhere that the "Relics of the God-King" would take action. However, these new recruits could not change anything, and were more likely to become a hindrance in the battle.
The people of the false god do not know how to fight. This is the desert, our own battlefield!
A bright light flashed across the distant sand dunes. The scout holding the telescope finally fixed his eyes on the leader who was wrapped up very tightly, and a look of sarcasm appeared on his face.
The other party obviously couldn't stand the strong sunlight and the violent sandstorm. He had evil thoughts in his mind: King of Sand, this is the sacrifice we prepared for you! Please calm down your anger and turn your eyes to this land again!
Kavi, sitting on the back of the pack animal, pulled the shawl on his face. In a moment, a sandy wind blew towards him, and he quickly pulled the shawl to his nose, almost covering his entire face.
Is that all that's going to work? Is that really all that's going to work?
He was muttering to himself, and felt the bulging muscles on the back of the pack animal rubbing against the pain on the inside of his thighs. Although there were two layers of blankets on top, riding a pack animal in the desert and riding in the rainforest were completely different feelings.
I'd rather walk.
Kavi adjusted his sitting position stiffly, unable to restrain himself from crying out in his heart: Harold, how long shall I keep pretending? !
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In the afternoon, in the "Ahmar's Beard" camp
All team members had changed into uniforms with the logo of the "God King's Legacy" mercenary group, and took a nap to replenish their energy. At this moment, everyone received the list of personnel drawn up by Harold and Kucera.
After confirming that everything was correct, the mercenaries brought by Harold stood outside the tent and had friendly exchanges with the members of "Ahmar's Beard".
This kind of communication includes both verbal and body language. Both the former and the latter are for the purpose of having a deeper understanding of each other's abilities, elemental attributes, and strengths in order to better cooperate.
Harold quietly watched the members sparring with each other. He assigned himself the task of assisting Kucera in blowing up the headquarters to prevent anyone from escaping.
Therefore, unless the stalemate on a certain battlefield lasted for a particularly long time, or a fish that escaped the net ran into his face and he could easily kill them with a single shot, it would not be his turn to take action at all. So he did not participate in the drill, but watched the battle with Kusela, and then adjusted the team members according to the mercenaries' combat capabilities.
After practicing for about three hours, Harold suddenly said, "I'm going to leave for a while. It's time for a meeting."
"Meeting?" Kucera repeated doubtfully.
The mercenary who was sitting nearby taking a short break also looked at Harold, trying to figure out the meaning of the so-called "meeting".
Troop deployment meeting?
Pre-battle mobilization?
Everyone was daydreaming and couldn't help but perk up, waiting for the leader's call.
"Don't be nervous, it has nothing to do with you, it's just a group meeting." Harold said with a smile.
"...Group meeting?" Kusela couldn't help but repeat it again.
Well, the pace is good, let’s have a group meeting.
Harold said something silently in his heart, and then explained: "The target is my student. I have said that I am a tutor in the College of Teachings. I need to follow up on my students' research at any time, even when I am away."
I just changed the original eight times a week to three times a week, but the caravan work still took up too much of my time.
Harold thought regretfully.
Kusela was confused for a while, then raised his own question: "But this place is far away from Xumi City, how can we get them to a meeting?"
"I have a special method," Harold said directly without explaining the origin of the communication device in his hand, "Mr. Kucera, I need to borrow your tent again."
"No problem, use it as you like." Although Kusela was still confused, he didn't ask any more questions because Harold didn't take the initiative to explain.
Harold nodded, walked to Kucera's tent, bent down, raised his hand to open the curtain, and looked back at Kucera: "Do you want to come and watch?"
The implication is whether you want to meet your daughter Dishiya.
Kusela instinctively wanted to refuse. He knew that Dishia was living a good life now and he didn't want to disturb her life. Besides, Dishia was full of hatred towards him now. They were thousands of miles apart. Even if he told her everything before taking action, it would only increase his melancholy. But Haroldt's words seemed to have magic, which fueled his longing for her madly.
I just looked at her from a distance to see if she had grown taller.
Kusela thought about it and followed Harold into the tent as if possessed.