Chapter 295 For the sake of mental health

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Akali looked at the slightly messy letter in her hand and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth. Afraid of being seen by Ned and Alvin, she quickly raised her hand and rubbed her nose, covering half of her face. , but still couldn't hide the sweet smile in his eyes.

"What did Mo Bei say?"

Alvin stuffed the remaining food into his mouth, scratched his chin and leaned in, but the letter was put away by Akali.

Half of the letter contained Mo's earthy love words, and she had no nerve to express them to others.

"Just say that they have arrived in Kurast, and it's not very good there now. After you eat, take a rest and I'll go up there to keep a lookout."

Seeing Alvin curling his lips in a vague way, she could only say this, climbed up a boulder behind her, and replaced Ned.

At this time, these three people were already in the Warlock Canyon. When Mo Bei set out for Kurast, they also started training, hoping to keep up with Mo Bei's progress as soon as possible.

After Ned and Alvin began to close their eyes and rest, Akali took out the letter again, glanced at it quickly under the moonlight, and frowned slightly at the situation in Kurast mentioned above. However, there is an inexplicable confidence deep in my heart that those situations will be alleviated soon, just like Lu Gaoyin back then.

While she was looking around to keep vigil for the two of them, she was thinking about how to reply. After a while, she finally pressed the letter paper against the shield and wrote a short sentence:

"Me too."

After finishing writing, he picked up the letter paper, touched it on his lips, then quickly put it into the scroll tube and sent it out.

The rain in Kurast still hasn't stopped. The three of Mobei settled down temporarily in a hotel, waiting for the next day to pick a good place with the hired craftsmen, and then pick up two good pieces of wood. It's time to start work.

Because building a treehouse is difficult and dangerous, career changers have to help themselves. After the main part is completed, the rest is left to the craftsmen for careful processing. When they come back from experience, they can live in it directly.

At this time, Mo Bei was sitting cross-legged on a low bed covered with straw mats. He felt uncomfortable no matter how much he lay down, and he was not quite used to this climate.

This house is really shabby, with only five sides of ventilation. Because through the gaps in the floor, you can vaguely see the river moss growing from the soft mud of the river bottom below, and some blades of grass can even poke in through the gaps. It's said to be a hotel, but it feels like a fisherman's cabin.

Although such a house structure is not stuffy, the more ventilated it is, the more humid it becomes, which is a bit difficult for people who have just come from Lugaoyin.

But when he received the reply and looked at the three words written by Akali, he showed a happy expression. He held the letter and fell down on the bed that felt damp just now.

After that night three days ago, he and Akali discussed the matter between the two of them thoroughly on the grounds of 'for the sake of mental health'.

Not only did they touch each other's room in the two nights before leaving, but when they had the opportunity to go out together during the day, they shamelessly said that they didn't sleep much at night and wanted to find a place to rest. . .

In short, these two people who eat marrow and know taste are like rabbits in spring, seizing every opportunity to indulge in the longing that cannot be relieved even if they are right in front of them.

Fortunately, both of them now have almost tireless physical strength and recovery power, otherwise others would inevitably notice something abnormal.

It was not a solid sleep, it felt like spending a night in the wilderness, and the various situations he learned from Kane also made people feel a little depressed.

Mo Bei looked outside. It was still dark, and the rain did not stop overnight as he expected. The gray clouds above the rain forest did not look like they wanted to give up. They were still putting on equipment. There was a knock on the door.

"Um?"

He felt a little puzzled. This shouldn't be Milor and Perona calling him. They had a good understanding of the timing of actions, so this situation had basically never happened since the three formed a team.

Seeing the hotel waiter standing outside the door, he thought for a while and still did not complain about the bad living experience. However, the waiter was the first to say:

"Good morning, dear guest, the craftsmen you hired have arrived and are waiting in the front hall."

"Oh okay, thank you."

Mo Bei responded, thinking that these craftsmen were really early, and then quickly put on their equipment, because today he and those craftsmen were going to the edge of the harbor, and their safety relied on the three of them. Protected, don't be careless.

When he came to the front hall, the five craftsmen who had met yesterday saw him and stood up together.

The leader is called Kamal, a relatively lean middle-aged man. Among the five, his height and figure are not outstanding, but in this business, experience and craftsmanship are far more important than physical strength.

The five of them were all wearing coarse cloth waistcoats and shorts, and were barefoot. They had some tools such as hatchets and hammers hung on belts around their waists. They also carried miscellaneous things such as big saws and long-handled logging axes behind their backs. They looked very professional indeed.

"You guys arrived so early, have you eaten?"

"It doesn't matter, we brought dry food. Just fill in a few mouthfuls on the way." Kamal returned.

Because their movement speed is much slower than those who have changed jobs, they are afraid that they will not be able to complete the site selection in one day, so they get up very early every time they go to work.

"How about that? We can't make do with breakfast. Let's have some together." Mo Bei asked a few people to sit down and asked the waiter for food for eight people.

Seeing a few people carrying a lot of things on their backs, he said again:

"I'll help you pack those big stuff and tool bags. Carrying them will be too much trouble."

Kamal and others did not refuse. They smiled honestly, handed various tools into Mo Bei's hands, and then found a place to sit down.

The food was served not long after, and Milor and Perona also came to the front hall fully equipped and sat down at the table where Mo Bei was.

"Did you sleep well?" Mo Bei asked.

The two women shook their heads silently.

However, adventurers like them have long been accustomed to conditions that are countless times worse than this, so they don't really care. No one had ever complained about spending the night in the cold wind and rain before. At least there was a roof here.

Yesterday, the three of them got familiar with the environment of this seaport city, so they used the dry food they brought with them to eat two meals. The breakfast in front of them was actually their first meal in Kurast.

There is a wooden basin in front of everyone, with steamed potatoes, steamed taro and steamed cassava in the skin. . .

After one taste, the three of them were not disappointed. It was really not very delicious.

It doesn’t taste salty and it consumes a lot of water.

Mo Bei let the steamed cassava choke and beat his chest. He drank two mouthfuls of water and replaced it with a fist-sized steamed taro. Okay. . More choking.

In the end, even Perona only finished the food in her tub without asking for another portion.

However, Kamal and the others still ate quite deliciously. This was their daily staple food. The hotel provided a variety of combinations. Usually it was just one kind, and it was not always enough.

And there are two small dishes of fine salt that Milor gave them. Pinch a little and sprinkle it on the steamed potatoes. It can be said to be extremely delicious.

"You guys are quite talkative."

Mo Bei watched as the five people gathered up the saved salt after finishing their meal, basically not reducing it much. He stopped Kamal from returning the remaining salt and made another joke.

Before, he only heard that salt was more valuable here, but now, he really realized it.