Chapter 2 Chapter One

After groping her way through dense trees and bushes for a long time, she began to hear voices. "I heard many men talking," she whispered. The samurai looked back at her in disbelief, for he had only heard rumors.After walking a certain distance, he finally heard it too. To his surprise, a cluster of dense bushes was pushed aside, and he faced the scene of a small village built with camp tents and overcoming objects. A gray-haired man with a scar from his temple to his collar held their reins, "Are you all right, brother?" After the warrior nodded, the man looked at her, "Is this the little watch?" She held his breath and accepted him. I was afraid that he would find out her true gender, but luckily he didn't take her seriously, "Ren is waiting for you, hand over the child to him, let's go out together, and you can tell me the news by the way." head, the samurai rode in the direction his brother pointed.

"He believed me to be a boy," she said, half pleased and half insulted. "Who is Rain?" "He is the leader of this group of people. Although he has only been here for two weeks, he can command these people. If you plan to stay here for a long time, you'd better obey his command, otherwise he will drive you out." "The king of the outlaws," she said almost in a dream, "he must be fierce, he must be...a murderer?" The samurai laughed at her girlish mood changes, but when he saw her expression, he reined in his horse and followed her line of sight, looking straight ahead. The man sitting on a low stool with his upper body bare and sharpening his sword, presumably based on his posture and demeanor It is the head of the group.He was a big man, broad in shoulders, thick in chest and muscular, with powerful thighs wrapped in black leggings.It was January, and he was in the cold and sunless forest. He was naked, and it surprised everyone. Although she could still see the sweat on his body from a distance, his profile was extremely handsome. , looking focused, not angry.

Her first feeling was that her heart was about to stop, she had never seen any man like him, the strength seemed to be born with the sweat from his skin.People said there was power in her voice, and she doubted her strength could match the man's omnipresence. "Shut up and be careful not to show your feet. His Excellency would not like a boy who is obsessed with him." "Your Excellency?" She was stunned for a moment, "Your Excellency!" She gasped, it turned out that the power and aura she felt came from his conviction that the world belonged to him, and it turned out that he and Pi Nier were the same kind of people, Arrogant, pampered and domineering son of aristocrat since childhood.

The man turned around and looked at them with sharp blue eyes. It turned out that this was the reason why she had to pretend to be a boy!This is a dangerous place for this man to demand that everyone bow to him with his noble status, and this group of outlaws are foolish enough to think that he has the right to order them just because of his origin. "This is Rain Montgomery. King Henry claims to be his traitor." "He deserves it no doubt," she spat. The samurai glanced at her in surprise, "He used to be King Henry's favorite, but he was demoted because he was leading the army to Wales, and when he learned that his sister had been taken captive by Sir Roger Chotels, he—"

"It's for my own selfishness!" She said contemptuously, "Obviously many innocent lives were sacrificed at the hands of these bloodthirsty nobles." "No one was killed," said the knight, taken aback by her attitude. "Sir Rogier threatened to kill his sister, so Sir Wren had to withdraw, but King Henry said he should not lead the guardsmen in private wars, and regarded him as a traitor. .” "He deserves it. Now he has no army to command. He can only hide in the forest and manipulate the scoundrels. It's better than nothing. Tell me, whether these people want to kill or cut them as he pleases, or if someone serves him three meals for him, he will be satisfied." ?”

The samurai laughed out loud when he heard this, and finally understood her hostility towards Sir Wren. Obviously, the nobles she saw were only Pioneer and his father, so she had reason to despise Sir Wren in comparison. "Come and sit down." Ren held the rein of the horse and looked up at the tired man on the horse. Her first thought was—he can sing!With his deep and powerful voice, he must be able to sing.But the next moment she was no longer friendly. "Come down and let me look at you, kid," Ren said, "Seeing that you are so thin, can you work?" She had never straddled before, and now she only felt sore and stiff on the inside of her legs. She mustered up the courage to jump down, but her legs didn't work, and she fell to the ground in a miserable way. The injury on her left leg was still aching, and Lei Eun kindly stepped forward to help her up.

"Get your dirty hands off!" she snapped contemptuously, grabbing the saddle for support when the stupid animal slid aside and she staggered a few more steps to get her footing. "Come here when you're ready, and tell me what you can do?" His strong and thick voice sounded like honey in my ears. "That's what I will do," she pulled out the knife at her side with lightning speed, and stabbed him straight. Ren was stunned and had no time to dodge, and was stabbed deeply on the arm near the shoulder. Fortunately, the person who was stabbed Place is not the heart she is aiming for.

She was also dumbfounded, watching the bright red blood gushing out of the wound. She had never hurt any life, let alone did such a crazy thing. Unfortunately, she had no time to think about her behavior, or apologize, or even blink, Ren had already grabbed her trouser waist and threw her face down for a long distance. As she slid along the way, because she couldn't cover her mouth in time, her teeth raked the mud and fallen leaves all over the ground like a rake. "Let's see if you dare to act wild, Xiaobiao?" Ren reprimanded. Sitting up, she hurriedly removed the foreign object in her mouth with both hands, and raised her head to stare at Ren, who was standing far away, standing on her waist. This made her even more angry. Ren was surrounded by a group of ragged men and women, everyone They were all laughing, showing big black teeth, and Ren laughed the most, and the playful dimples on her cheeks inflamed the fire in her heart.

"Come on," the samurai who brought her helped her up, "be careful with your tongue, or he will throw you out of the forest." His fingers were embedded in her arm warningly, and the samurai almost suppressed his laughter with a roar, " Sir, please forgive this child, yesterday a nobleman killed his father and burned his house, now he is full of hatred, I am afraid he can't tell the good from the bad, and treats you equally." Ren immediately straightened his face and looked at her with pity. She couldn't help but froze, and immediately looked away. She didn't want his sympathy.

"Which nobleman did this?" Ren asked with concern. "Son of the Earl of Wydenham." Spat contemptuously, Ren's face twisted, "Pinier," his voice was full of hatred, "that guy is not qualified to be a man or a nobleman at all, come with me, child, I will teach you not all nobles They are all made of the same mold, I just need a follower, and you should be able to do it." He came to her side in just two strides, wrapping his arms firmly around her shoulders. "Don't touch me," she jumped away hastily, "I don't need your sympathy, and I don't want to serve you as an idler who eats cookies. I'm a man, and I will work in exchange for the reward I deserve."

"Sweetie?" His naughty dimples appeared on his cheeks again, and he looked her up and down narrowly, "I have a feeling that you have no idea what kind of job it is, your arms and legs look like girls .” "You insulted me!" She gasped, fearing that she would be ruined at any time, she reached out to grab the knife but only found an empty sheath. "You dropped it on the ground," Ryan said, "That's another mistake." He slowly pulled out her knife from the belt hanging on his hip, "I have to teach you not to take it lightly Abandon the weapon." He lazily tested the blade with his thumb. "It's time to grind." "It's sharp enough to slit your throat," she said confidently, smiling back at him, glad to beat his ego. As if remembering the bloody knife wound, he glanced at the wound before looking at her, "Take care of my wound, follower." He said flatly, turned his head and strode away, as if she should follow He seems to walk. She immediately decided not to stay here, to be bossed around by that arrogant person, and she hated this group of people who surrounded her and treated her like the protagonist of a monkey show. She turned to the samurai who had brought her, "I don't want to stay here, I'd rather venture elsewhere," she said, walking away to the waiting horses. "You probably don't know how to obey orders," Ren's voice sounded behind her, and her neck was hooped in the next second, "I won't let you, a little thing, deprive me of the opportunity to have a follower." "Let me go!" she yelled as he pushed her forward, "I don't want to stay here, and I won't stay here." "You still owe me a lot of blood, go in!" He pushed her into a large tent, trying to suppress the urge to scream in pain, she hugged the camp pillars to support her legs, "Brangey! Rain snarled, "Get me some hot water and clean linen!" He turned to her for a while to examine, "Your leg is hurt, take off your pants and let me see." "No!" she exclaimed, backing away desperately. He looked at her in confusion, "Are you afraid of me, or—" He smiled, "Ashamed? Oh, whatever you want," he sat down by the bed, "Maybe you should be ashamed, if I had you Those legs, I'd be ashamed of them too, Biao, we'll put some muscle on you. Blanche, put the stuff in there and you can go." "You don't want me to wrap your wound?" She has always been particularly sensitive to voices, and that sad, pleading and aggrieved voice made her back numb. What she saw was a woman with a bloated figure and dirty, tangled blonde hair. She looked at Ren as if she wanted to swallow it at any time. He is average. She looked away in disgust. "The little watch will do it for me." "I won't do it!" She reprimanded fiercely, "Let her do it, this is a woman's job, if she likes it, let her do it, I won't do it." She smiled, thinking that maybe she would like to be a man , can escape the work of unappreciated women. With lightning-fast movements, Ren grabbed her thigh with one hand and pulled it hard, causing her to fly up and fall heavily to the ground. "You not only need to learn the rules, you also need to gain muscle, you go, Blanche." When there were only two of him left in the tent, he turned to her, "I'll give you a few days to learn the rules, if it doesn't work I can only fix your limp body with my own hands, the water is going to be cold, come and clean the wound for me." Reluctantly, she got up, rubbing her buttocks and bruised legs with both hands, and when cleaning the wound for Ren, she realized how deep the knife was stabbed. so hurt others. "Is this the first time you hurt someone?" Ren asked softly, his face was a few inches away from hers, and he was examining her intently. She just nodded and didn't dare to meet his gaze, with tears in her throat, she recalled her life two days ago. "How did your leg hurt?" Blinking, she refused to cry, and just glared at him angrily, "It's not because I want to escape from the clutches of people like you." She spat. "Good boy," he smiled, and the dimples appeared again on his cheeks, "don't let anyone scare you, no matter what happens, you must hold your head high." After washing the blood cloth, she began to wash his entire arm. "Need I tell you about the duties of being a squire?" "I don't have the enjoyment you have. I'm afraid I don't know what a follower has to do for his master." Ren just snorted, "You have to be responsible for maintaining my armor, weapons, taking care of my horses, helping me in every way possible, and—" His eyes flashed, "Serve me with cookies, you miss you Can you do this?" "No more?" she challenged. "The real entourage is receiving warrior training, learning to use swords and spears and other weapons, and at the same time writing letters for his master, and sometimes responsible for sending important messages, but I dare not expect so much from you, after all—" She interrupted him politely, "After all, I'm not your class, I can't learn that much, can I? My father is a lawyer, and I can read and write Latin, French and English. I'm older than you." Some nobles are much stronger." With a smile on his face, Ryan didn't think he was offended. He made a fist and bulged his biceps to test his arm. "You are too small to receive those heavy training. This has nothing to do with your background. As for reading, You are at least better than me, because at most I only know the names of my family members, very good!" He stood up, "You are quite good at dealing with wounds, maybe Rosamund will need your help." "Your woman again?" She snorted. "Are you jealous?" Before she could reply, he added, "When you grow a beard and grow some flesh, you will have a woman of your own." He tilted his head and looked at him, "You are very handsome, Be careful not to get scars on the battlefield, women like their men to have a pretty face." "Like your woman?" As soon as the words came out, she wanted to bite off her tongue. "Almost," he said triumphantly, "now I have some work for you, take these armors to be cleaned, and then polished and polished." He quickly piled up the scattered steel stirrups into a hill. She confidently stretched out her arms to catch it, but if Renn hadn't stopped her back in time, she would have fallen to the ground like a door panel. "It's a bit heavy for your size." "My size!" she gasped. "The armor wouldn't be so heavy if you weren't as big as a bull." "I advise you to learn the rules as soon as possible, otherwise you will suffer." She was pushed out of the tent before she could argue. "There is a river in the north." He added a few more clothes and piled them on the armor, completely ignoring that her arm was almost pulled It was as long as knees, "wash it and bring it back, if I find any new damage, I will double spank your ass, do you hear me clearly?" She just nodded, only thinking about how to stand up straight, how to walk, very slowly, one step at a time, tilting her head to look at the road, her arms were already sore, and her body was struggling to protest the abuse, she gritted her teeth With tears in her eyes, she struggled for a long time before she finally saw the river. When she got to the river, she wanted to let go, but remembering Ryan's threat, she had to spread her legs and carefully place the seventy-pound burden on the ground. She sat on the ground blankly, with her arms stretched out, wondering if they still belonged to her, it took her a long time to feel them, and the feeling was full of pain, beating her arms, she threw all the dirty clothes into the cold river After a few minutes, she glanced back at the pile of armor and sighed heavily.Women are so pitiful.What is the difference between washing clothes and armor?Sighing again, she picked up the clothes and began to knead vigorously to remove sweat and stains. After another hour, she finally removed the stain on the armor. She had never sweated so much in her life. Every drop of sweat made the dust stick to her body. She took off the outer tights and rubbed it off with a clean cloth Then hang it on a branch to dry before washing your face and arms. When she washed herself and went ashore to get dry clothes, someone handed it to her, and quickly dried her face. She opened her eyes and saw an extremely handsome man with curly black hair, jet-black eyes, and thick black eyelashes— —She blinked several times to make sure that the black angel was real, and in the astonishment, she completely didn't notice that there was a sword pointed at her belly. "Who are you?" the man who was too perfect to be real asked. She was not used to facing the dangers of her life, so she didn't fully react to the sword, but she was moved by the man's voice. She had thought that Rain had a good voice and could sing if trained, but this man But can sing. "I'm Ryan's new follower," she said through her Dantian through years of training. For a while, he just looked at her in bewilderment, then slowly withdrew his sword, his eyes never leaving her, "Your voice is very special, have you ever sung?" "Often," her eyes twinkled, her confidence evident in this short answer. Without further words, he took off the quiver behind his back, took out a flute and began to play it. At first he played some simple tunes that she was familiar with. She closed her eyelids and let the melody penetrate into every cell of her body. The days without music are the longest and blank days in her life. When the melody fills her heart and her lungs are inflated, she opens her mouth and begins to sing. After a few notes flowed out, the young man suddenly stopped playing and stared at her dumbfounded. She sang without saying a word, beckoning him to continue playing. to the lips. The desire to create was surging in her body, she couldn't wait to move Ren's armor over there, and put them together next to a piece of hollow wood, humming to join the rhythm of drumming, indulging in the melody of the music, she was so happy, she started Singing his own music, the young man slowly followed the melody and tune, and even added his own creation. Finally, he simply shook the flute and joined his powerful and clear voice. It can be seen that he was overjoyed, grabbed her hands, and knelt down facing each other, and they worked together to send Leyin to heaven. When the last note fell, they still held hands, looking at each other with a mixture of love, awe, wonder and joy. "Joss Rahne." The handsome young man finally broke the silence. "Alexander Brett," she told him inwardly, her real name being Alexandres. Joss raised his eyebrows slightly, but when he opened his mouth to speak, Ren's voice came in. "Joss, you have seen my new follower." Almost guilty, Alex quickly let go of Joss's hands and stood up, but his legs went limp. Ren grabbed her arm roughly, "If you two have enough fun with each other, you can move my armor back and remove the rust stains by hand. Joss, what's your harvest?" "I caught four rabbits by the stream." "Rabbit!" Ren yelled, "I'll catch a deer or two later, Xiaobiao, you go back to the camp with me first, I have to see your legs, if you're lame, it's okay for me But it's of no use." Alex gathered the armor angrily, and Joss lifted it into her arms, and she followed Ryan back silently, wondering how much he had overheard.He didn't comment on what he heard, and once inside the tent he instructed her to drop her armor. "Take off your pants and let me see your legs." "My bruise is almost healed." She remained motionless. Squinting his eyes, he took a step closer to her, "You should understand by now that everyone here has to do their part and has no time to take care of the sick. Take off your pants and I'll call Rosamund." He put on his shirt and tights After getting dressed, he left. As soon as he left, Alex quickly took off her tights, grabbed a piece of cloth around her waist to cover the Golden Lion belt, and tied a knot at both ends to form a pair of shorts, which exposed her thighs and part of her buttocks Outside, she lowered her head to examine herself, she felt that although her face was not very good, she was a full-fledged woman, not ugly at all. The sound of the curtain being lifted made her look up, and she was surprised to see the side profile of a stunning beauty. That elegant and noble beauty was exactly the dream of all women. Ren followed closely behind her. No wonder he never looked at her!She thought, with such a beautiful woman, how could he have the heart to pay attention to the ordinary her? "This is Rosamund, the doctor in the camp." Ren said softly, causing Alex to look sideways. I really hope he can use this tone when talking to her. The next moment Rosamund turned around, a harsh gasp came from Alex's throat, because Rosamund had a large rose-red birthmark on the left side of her face—the symbol of the devil, and she intuitively crossed herself on her chest With the power to resist the devil, his eyes ran to Ren's blue eyes, and he was staring at her fiercely, sending out wordless warnings and threats. "If you don't want me to touch you—" Rosamund said calmly, showing that she was used to this kind of treatment. "No, I don't mind." Alex stammered, then pulled himself together. "There's nothing wrong with my leg, only the big bull insists it's wrong." Rosamund looked at Ren in surprise, but he just snorted, "This little watch-you don't know the rules," he said with a threatening tone, he seemed very satisfied that Alexon respected Rosamund, and turned his back , and never took a look at her legs, which made Alex feel inexplicably angry. Rosamund lifted her leg, twisting gently, checking for permanent damage. "My name is Ryan Montgomery," he said behind their backs, "and you can call me--whatever you want." "Should I call you 'Your Majesty' or 'Your Excellency' according to the rules?" She knew that she was very unruly, but she was still angry at him for keeping her. "You can just call me Ryan," he smiled back at her. "I realize that social rules don't work here, so what should I call you?" When Alex opened his mouth to speak, Rosamund pulled her leg forcefully, causing her to cry out in pain and leave her seat, trying to control the tears that were about to flow, she gritted her teeth and said, "Alexander Bright. " "What's wrong with Xiaobiao's legs?" "He has pulled a muscle, and there is no other way but to tie it up and let it heal naturally. At most, I can give him some medicine to relieve the pain." Ren ignored the look I told you from Alexa, raised the tent for Rosamund, and watched her leave. Alex hurriedly dressed when he turned around, and tried to say in a more normal voice when he came back, "She looks so beautiful." "She doesn't think she's beautiful," he said. "In my experience with women, they have to believe they're beautiful to be truly beautiful." "There is no doubt that you have experience with women." With single eyebrow raised slightly, he smiled at her, "Move your little butt, we still have work to do." Alex laughed it off as much as he could, followed his big steps with a small trot, he grabbed a large loaf of rye bread from the difficult brick stove, and handed it to her in two, while she stared blankly at the bread in her hand , this amount is more than her daily food. Ren strode forward, leading her through the small villages of the wild people. The difficult houses on the way were really not houses, at most they were shelters made of a few pieces of wood. , is very different from the cleanliness of Monton Town. "It's really ugly, isn't it?" Ren looked at her, "However, how can you teach those people who pour the urinals at their door?" "Who are these people?" She looked at a sloppy woman lazily doing housework with disgust, while the man sat on the side spitting everywhere, glanced at Ryan and Alex from time to time, subconsciously, she leaned on To Wren. "The guy killed four women, was a highwayman, and was so famous he had to retire in the heyday." "Where are they?" She pointed to a group of men gathered around the fire. Ryan frowned slightly, "These people are all suffering from depression. They don't understand anything except crops, and they don't intend to learn new skills. After their land was enclosed, they were driven out of their hometowns." "Circle it? No wonder they want to hate you." "Me?" He was taken aback: "Why do they hate me?" "You took their farm and fenced off their land for your sheep," she said smugly, letting him know. "Do I have it?" Although he didn't smile, his dimples revealed his secrets, "Have you always knocked over a boat full of people with one pole? Is there a pickpocket in your town? If that pickpocket stole my money, would I Should the whole town be hanged for justice?" "No—no, I don't think so," she admitted reluctantly. "Here, eat this." He handed her a boiled egg, took away half of her leftover bread and gnawed, "If you don't eat it, you will never grow up. Now let's find a way to help you Add some muscle." As he spoke, he led her through the woods towards the voice she had heard when she came. When she came to a large open space, she stopped suddenly and stared at the scene in front of her. Many men seemed to be fighting each other. Some wield swords, some hold spears, and some carry stone belts on their backs to abuse their bodies. "What is this for?" she asked quietly, not knowing how to react. "You have to learn to be strong if you want to survive," he said. "Hey, you two," his roar made her startle. On the opposite side of the man, Ren grabbed their rags like a dog, and threw them away without any effort. "Noble people don't fight with fists," he scolded, "as long as they are under my control Next, you will treat me like an educated person, if you break my rules again, you will have to accept my punishment and go back to work!" Alex stood dumbfounded and waited for him, somewhat in awe of Ryan's explosiveness. "Come here," he said to her still indifferently, "show me how strong you really are. Get down on your knees and lift yourself up with your arms." Alex didn't understand what he meant at all. Seeing her bewildered face, he sighed heavily, took off his shirt and tights and got down on the ground, and repeatedly used the strength of his arms to lift his body. It didn't seem difficult, so Alex Draw a gourd in the same way.The first time she raised half of her body, the second time her arms went limp and she collapsed. "Sit too much!" Ren grabbed her waistband and pulled her up, "Push, let your limp arms do some work!" Alex simply rolled over and sat up, "It's harder than it looks." She muttered and rubbed her trembling arms. "Small!" He snorted, and got down on his seat again, "Climb on my back." Alex froze for a few seconds before he dared to believe his ears, sitting on that sweaty giant? He pointed at his back impatiently, and Alex sat timidly on his back, using only one arm, and he began to rise and fall, but Alex, who was riding on his back, had no effect on the strength he showed. Interesting, she has never been so close to a man, let alone a man has stayed between her legs, his sweat began to wet her inner thighs, maybe it was her own sweat, anyway, she was wet, his muscles were against hers Her thighs rose and fell, sending waves of warmth, her hands on his scorching skin also became active and sensitive, his muscles and skin compose a melody on her body, and finally compose a song she has never heard before past songs. "Now!" Ren turned over suddenly, causing her to fall to the dirt. "One day when you become a man, you can do the same." Sitting on the ground staring at him blankly, her body is still singing, and the last thing she wants to do now is to be a man. Joss is standing behind Ren, looking at her with beautiful eyes, as if He knew what she was thinking, and she looked away in embarrassment. "You frightened your entourage," Joss said, "You forgot that people of our class are not used to your physical strength." "You're just sitting around counting the money," Ryan joked. "What's making you so happy today? Not working enough to keep you idle?" "Just curious, I'm going to practice bow." He turned and walked towards the target nailed to the tree in the distance. "You want to stay there and take root?" After she struggled up, he took a sword from a passing person and handed it to her, "Hold the hilt with both hands, and come attack me." "I don't want to hurt anybody," she said quickly, "even Pinel wanted to—" "If I'm Pinell?" he challenged, "Come and attack me, or I'll attack you." She gritted her teeth to resist the pain all over her body, and pulled out the point of the sword stuck in the upper part to stab him. When the point of the sword almost touched his stomach, he stepped aside quickly, avoiding her, and raised the sword again and again. , she still couldn't touch him, she couldn't even touch him even though she was trying to make a sound, and finally she couldn't breathe. Smiling at her, she really wanted to stab him with a sword. "I'll give you another chance. Now I'm standing still, and you'll chop me with your sword." "There must be fraud," she said angrily, making him laugh. "I will never cheat, but you must raise your sword over your head and cut straight at me, so that you will surely hit me." "I can't hurt people, that would see blood—" "Think of my sheep, and the farmers who starve and freeze because of my greed, think of—" Alex quickly raised his sword, intending to chop off his head, but when she raised her head high, the uncooperative sword pulled her arm back. Her arm was tired and weak, and naturally she couldn't fight it , so after struggling for a few seconds, the damn steel won. When she stood twisted, holding the hilt with both hands, and the tip of the sword penetrated into the ground between her heels, Ren's smug face made her angry. "You are the weakest boy I have ever seen in my life. What have you been doing for most of your life?" She refused to answer, and turned the sword back to her body vigorously. "Raise the sword over your head and put it down, repeat until I come back. If I catch you slacking off, I'll double your practice." He walked away. Up and down, raising the sword over and over again, her arms screamed in protest of the inhuman abuse. "You'll learn," she turned to see the soldier with the scar on his face, the brother warrior who had brought her here. "Is your brother gone? I want to thank him, though now I'm not sure that's any better than an adventure." "He doesn't need to be grateful," the man smiled, "You better not stop, Ren is looking at you." With trembling hands, Alex continued to grit his teeth and practice raising the sword. After a while, Ren came over and taught her how to raise the sword with one hand, and repeatedly raised and lowered it. It took almost a lifetime before he finally took her away. Jian, and led Alex, who had no muscle in his body to protest, back to the camp. "Food, Blanche." He ordered without looking back, and ducked into the tent. Alex sank down on the chair gratefully, Ryan sat down and began to sharpen the spear point, with her head resting on the camp post, Blanche almost fell asleep when the food came, and Alex's hands shook violently when he lifted the wooden spoon. Like words. "There is no cotton in your body!" Ren muttered, his mouth full of food, "It will take at least several months for the muscles to harden." Alex kept silent. If this torture lasted for a week, she would definitely die. She ate as much as she could, regardless of what was put into her mouth. When Ren pulled her up, she was already asleep. "It's not dark yet," he sneered. "We've got to hunt and feed the camp." "Food?" she moaned loudly. "Let them starve to death, let me sleep." "Starve to death!" he snorted, "they won't wait to starve to death when there is no food, they will kill each other, and only the strong will survive. And you," his palm just wrapped around her arm, "can't stand it at all." to an hour, so we've got to go hunting and keep you and them alive." After struggling hard, she shook off his hand, stupid man, she thought, he really can't see that she is a woman?He didn't say any more and went away, she blankly ran out to chase him, and followed him to the horses outside the camp. On the way through the camp, she found that everyone was resting and digesting the food in their stomachs, only Ren One is still working. "Can you ride a horse?" he asked, in a tone he had not ventured to expect. "No." She murmured. "What have you been doing all your life?" he asked again. "I never saw a boy who couldn't ride a horse." "I have never seen a man who knows nothing about people outside his world. Are you born to sit on a throne and do nothing but play swords and ride horses?" After saddling up, he said, "You have sharp teeth. Have you ever wondered who will protect you when war comes without us who are specially trained for combat?" "Of course the king," she smiled smugly. "Henry!" Ren gasped, "Who do you think protects Henry? He doesn't summon his nobles when he is attacked. Who does he turn to? Give me your arm." He sat on his horse and pulled her up easily Sitting in the saddle, before she could say a word, they galloped out at such a galloping gallop.