"I'm a little tired."
Many heaved a sigh of relief. He lay on his bed and stared blankly at the curtains above his head.
After the battle, many of them had used up all of their skills, but in the end, their effect on the battlefield alone was still not enough. Unless it was a top mage like Madam Vasaki or Carolina, their influence on the battle situation was not even as great as Gasol's, who was charging head-on.
Although this battle was a great victory, there were still many problems exposed. However, this also allowed the goal of training soldiers to be achieved. If they fought a few more times, they would naturally be able to avoid these problems. For example, the rhythm of the assault, the formation, the timing and coordination of the mage groups' attacks, and so on.
Many didn't know whether to laugh or cry about the 23 Caucasian Trolls. Their performance made Many feel that their decision to station them in Oditore was the right one. However, when it was time to clean up the battlefield after daybreak, the trolls had chased after the remnants of the undead army and only returned to "Pombo Castle" in the afternoon.
When Gasol returned, Many asked helplessly, "My order was to stop the pursuit. Why did you still chase after them?"
"Err … Sorry, I didn't hear it."
Many continued to ask with cold sweat, "Where are the undead?"
"Not a single one left."
… …
This group of horse-like trolls really made people speechless. They were strong, but not listening to orders was a real headache. They might have to learn a lesson this time!
After not resting for a day and a night, Many felt a little tired. Of course, this fatigue came from the high intensity of the battle and the psychological disgust towards killing for a whole night. Their mentality had to be adjusted under such circumstances, otherwise it would be easy to develop a habit of bloodlust in prolonged battles. This was definitely not something an outstanding warrior should have.
The trolls also stopped training for a day, and Many let them rest. Only the Caucasian trolls strolled back to their villages as if nothing had happened, and continued their great "troll creation" work.
They fell asleep very quickly, but many immediately found themselves in their usual dreamland.
* * *
"Why are you so obsessed with finding it?
You're neglecting the essentials! "
Many people shouted at the back of the figure in front of them, their voices mixed with a trace of confusion and anger.
The surroundings were dusky, and the walls looked very old, but they exuded a sense of grandeur. Many did not know where they were, and could not even tell the architectural style of the place. They just felt that they should be very familiar with this place.
It should be …
"Alright, put down your sense of superiority. I'm not interested in listening to your nonsense."
The man didn't even turn his head. His black robe didn't seem to have any special characteristics, but it was tailored very well, without any redundancy or wide areas. His voice was indistinct, as if he couldn't be heard clearly, but he could clearly hear what he was saying.
"Is that what you think I am?"
Many of the voices suddenly became extremely cold, but everyone could hear the anger within them.
The other party seemed to be too lazy to even reply. He took two steps out, turned his head half way, and snorted coldly. The disdain in his voice was self-evident.
That face was a blur in many people's vision, but many recognized him immediately — he was the man on the statue in front of the Baron's mansion!
The other party turned his head, strode away from many people's vision, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.
Anger filled his heart, and he felt like he was shrouded in an extreme rage, but he didn't know where it came from. But soon, the scenery around him gradually disappeared.
The scene of the dream changed.
"Why don't you want to see me?"
Carolina's figure suddenly appeared in front of them.
She wore a thin dress, much sexier than the old-fashioned red robe she usually wore. At the same time, her face was clearly a lot more youthful than in many people's impression.
"There's no reason."
Many felt very impatient and in a bad mood.
"Then you —"
"I said don't disturb me."
Many rudely interrupted Carolina's words of concern. Carolina, who was beside them, suddenly stopped talking. Her face was the only thing that could be clearly seen in the dream. At this moment, her beautiful big eyes were filled with tears, and her mouth was slightly pouting, as if she wanted to say something but did not dare to say it. Her hands were crossed in front of her chest, and it was obvious that she was very nervous, as if hesitating whether to continue to say something. But after watching for a while, many people did not say anything. Finally, she turned around with red eyes.
At the moment when she turned around, many saw drops of crystal clear tears falling on the ground, but they seemed to deliberately avoid seeing it. Their vision suddenly blurred.
Carolina's white and tender ankles jumped in front of them and disappeared into the distance, accompanied by a low sob that echoed in their ears for a long time.
Was she angry?
She must be very wronged …
Many felt that they had really gone too far … No, it was not them, it was Nairíos, not them!
"Whoosh!"
Many suddenly woke up with a start.
Their eyes were wide open, and the curtain above their heads hung motionlessly. Everything seemed to be calm.
Taking a deep breath, Many sat up, rubbed their faces hard, and looked out of the window. At this moment, the sky was just beginning to brighten, and the cold morning wind was blocked by the colored glass outside. But the tender green plants still made Many feel a little better.
The moment he opened his eyes, the feeling of a large number of unfamiliar memories attacking him made him panic. It was not that he was panicking about the unfamiliar memories, but it seemed that his body had an instinctive resistance to those memories. This feeling made his mind go blank, and he felt terrible.
After closing their eyes and resting for a while, Many got out of bed, casually put on a loose cloth shirt, and walked out of the bedroom to wash up.
Their minds were in a mess. Many opened their eyes and walked into the bathroom, only to find that there was one more person here.
"Many?"
Carolina straightened up, looked back at Many who had just walked through the door, reached out to wipe her face, and said softly as if it was normal.
Many of them shuddered violently, because the scene before them was just too familiar!
Carolina was wearing a thin nightgown, her eyes were slightly red, and a trace of tears was faintly visible. It was clearly the her in Many's dream just now!
"You cried?"
Many swallowed, not knowing what to say. Then he seemed to think of something and said unexpectedly, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Carolina opened her mouth in astonishment, as if she was extremely surprised by Many's questions, but then she seemed to think of something. Her eyes became sore, and she quickly reached out to rub them, not speaking.
Many was stunned in place, swallowing again. He didn't know what he should do, so he simply walked to Carolina's side, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to help her wipe her tears.
But this action was like a fuse, causing the emotions that Carolina had been suppressing to burst out at once.
She opened her arms and fiercely threw herself into many people's arms. However, she did not burst into tears like she did in the enchantment. Instead, it was as if she had found a harbor. In many people's arms, Karolina's originally rapid breathing gradually calmed down.
Many helplessly held the warm and fragrant jade in his arms, and the tip of his nose was full of fragrance. He sighed, and said aloud, "Did you dream … that he was talking about you?"
"It's not him, it's you."
Karolina's voice was low.
"Ouch!"
Many gasped, for he found that Karolina had opened her mouth and bitten him hard on the shoulder!
"Bastard …" Her voice was with a hint of joy and sweetness. After her silver teeth loosened, her soft tongue swept across Many's shoulders, making him shiver again!