Long Wushuang also gave Wu Jiajie a hidden thumbs up, and then started eating.
Seeing him quickly peeling off the package of compressed biscuits and holding them to eat, Wu Jiajie suddenly reacted.
Is there a possibility that this kid's purpose from beginning to end was to get another cookie for himself?
Thousand layers of routines!
…
Wang Chen told the two of them what he had discovered.
"While I was driving the enlightened tree soldiers to fight Poincaré, he used the dragon-binding rope."
"I discovered that the dragon-binding rope is not very powerful. It was actually able to be dealt with by an ordinary tree soldier, and it was almost destroyed."
"This is unreasonable. How can we restrain the dragon with such strength?"
Wu Jiajie frowned when he heard this and said, "It sounds very weird."
Long Wushuang gnawed on the biscuit and said nonchalantly: "Since that rope is useless, there is no need for us to take it. There is one less mission material to collect. Isn't this a good thing?"
"And based on this, we can also think that maybe a few other items, such as the Dragon-Slaying Holy Sword, may be equally useless. Maybe there is no need to collect them at all."
Wang Chen shook his head, "I don't know anything else at the moment, but the holy sword is indeed well-deserved. After Poincaré smeared blood on the sword, chopping down the tree soldiers at close range was like chopping a persimmon."
"That thing is definitely a magic weapon."
Long Wushuang was stunned, and some cookie crumbs fell from his mouth, "What should we do? How about we still rob him?"
Wang Chen thought to himself: "I think we have to continue to follow, stay put for the time being, and then see the situation."
"After this doubt, I feel more and more that this Poincaré, and even this entire mission, is not that simple. It seems that there is something hidden under the surface of this mission."
Wu Jiajie complained: "This is a five-star mission, of course it is not easy."
"But I agree with your idea. When you have no clue about the basic doubts, it is useless to act rashly."
The three people quickly came to a conclusion and continued to follow Poincaré to see what else he would do next.
…
The second day.
Poincaré and his attendants set out on the road shortly after the sun rose.
They had to go further before noon and the sun was not yet scorching.
They didn't stop until lunchtime.
Two attendants were busy cooking, while Poincaré was studying the map.
At present, they are very close to the dragon's lair, and they will arrive soon.
This is one of the dragon's lairs. According to the estimation of the dragon seekers, the dragon should stay in this lair during this season.
In fact, Poincaré could already smell the faint scent of dragons in the air.
The smell was like snake and fish mixed together.
When smelling this smell, in addition to the unappetizing smell itself, people's instinctive fear of the smell of powerful beasts is also one of the reasons for the loss of appetite.
So Poincaré felt a little nauseous when he smelled the aroma of the porridge being cooked.
When the waiter served him a bowl of porridge, he struggled with his thoughts expressionlessly for a while before he started eating.
An attendant noticed that Poincaré's hands were shaking, and asked with some concern: "Master Poincaré, does the porridge not taste good?"
Poincaré shook his head when he heard this, "No, it's just a little hot."
"I didn't think well. I'll take it to you and put it on the rocks to cool down."
The attendant immediately looked apologetic.
After fighting side by side with Poincaré last night, the sentiments of the attendants towards Poincaré have changed from being an object of hired service to the admiration and admiration of real swordsmen.
They wanted to serve Poincaré to the best of their ability and repay Poincaré for rescuing them from the hands of the tree spirit yesterday.
Poincaré waved his hand, "No need, I've almost finished eating."
"I'm not that delicate. It's good to be able to eat hot porridge in the wild. Thank you for your hard work."
Facing Poincaré's thanks, the attendant seemed a little frightened and hurriedly said some modest words.
Poincaré said gently: "You don't need to be so reserved in front of me. I hope we can become good comrades. Otherwise, I alone will not be sure that I can reach the nest safely before slaying the dragon."
What he said was true. In addition to having certain martial arts skills, these two attendants, more importantly, had skills in finding paths and finding water sources. They could also ensure that Poincare could bypass some ferocious beast settlements.
The attendant scratched his head in embarrassment after hearing this, "We can only do such a small job. If you can slay dragons, you are a great hero."
"Look, you still speak so clearly." Poincaré sighed, "There is no need to be like this."
"It's my fault too. I'm always thinking about slaying the dragon. I'm probably a bit difficult to get along with in your eyes, right? John?"
The attendant named John quickly shook his head and said that there was no such thing.
And Poincaré said: "I think this is the case. We have to have a good time together and increase our friendship. In my hometown, farmers like to get together to chat about homemaking during their breaks."
"Friendship is born out of this. When someone's farm work is too busy, everyone will spontaneously go to help."
John was stunned for a moment, thinking of his hometown and feeling a little empathetic, "Yes, my hometown is always very humane."
"Yeah, it's so nostalgic." Poincaré sighed, "It's a pity that I can no longer feel it."
John was a little confused when he heard this: "Why can't you feel it? Even if you live in Kelfang now, master, you can still go back to your hometown to have a look?"
Poincaré shook his head gently, "My parents have passed away, and I no longer have any worries in my hometown. When my childhood playmates saw me, they were as restrained as you, and I have no need to go back."
"That's it..." John looked at Poincaré's somewhat lonely eyes and sighed, even such a great man couldn't escape such sadness?
After a moment, he suddenly realized that maybe he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked, so he quickly added: "Your achievements will definitely make the people in the village proud!"
"No, it should be said that once you are appreciated by the lords for your intelligence and talents, they will start to feel honored!"
"So you don't have to feel sorry, you are their pride!"
When Poincaré heard these words, a trace of imperceptible darkness flashed in his eyes.
He immediately suppressed the darkness and said with a smile: "You are right."
Then he changed the topic, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about you."
"Let me ask you, how much reward can you get if you come out to slay the dragon with me?"
John was stunned and didn't understand why Poincaré asked this, but this was a question from the Dragon Slayer Master and he couldn't help but answer it.
So he answered honestly: "Fifty gold coins, and a piece of farmland that will never pay taxes."
Poincaré looked at another attendant, "Assef, what about you?"
Assef said that he and John were paid about the same, except that he also got a cattle because he had more skills in wilderness survival.
"Is this enough for you?"
