The Hero in Exile

"Hey, I'm so tired. I've been sitting in the carriage for half a day. But we'll be there soon. I wonder how many people Lunster will take with him this time. How long will this day last?"

On the wilderness grassland outside the city, there was a horse-drawn carriage with no cargo, only a driver who wrapped himself extremely tightly, with the two corners of his hood slightly raised.

"Please come in, Duke. The man will be here soon. It would be bad if he saw us in advance."

Lunster in the house opened the door and woke up Brunson who was sleeping soundly. After that, Lunster went back to the house again. Brunson just walked into the house in a daze like a drunk.

Not wanting to have any more communication, Lunster went back to the kitchen and picked up the Lionheart Morning Post to read.

"Forget it, let's sleep a little longer. It's uncomfortable to sleep on the grass all day."

He walked to the sofa and pressed it with his hand. It was quite soft. Without thinking too much, Brunson lay down on it. Although he was used to sleeping on the grass during the war, who would refuse a quite soft sofa?

Seeing that Brunson had fallen asleep, Lunster also put down the morning paper. The date on the upper right corner of the morning paper was also a week ago. With so many things going on recently, it was impossible for him to have time to buy one.

Lunster used his tongue to search his mouth and finally stuck it out. There was a small grass the size of a fingernail above the tip of his tongue. The root of the grass was spherical and looked a little strange. After checking that it was not damaged, Lunster put it back into his mouth again.

After wiping the saliva off his hands with a handkerchief, he glanced at the clock and saw that it was already around eight o'clock. He would arrive in about an hour, so he would still have time to make breakfast for the young master and the others.

"Meat...meat...meat skewers, don't run."

Brunson was talking nonsense in a daze as he smelled the aroma of barbecue, and the aroma of barbecue was nothing more than the freshly baked breakfast that the people next to him were eating.

"This human duke is really inappropriate."

Seeing Brunson snoring and talking in his sleep on the sofa made Moran a little disappointed. He didn't feel any connection with the man who had dominated the crowd and was comparable to his men before.

"So we just don't need to worry about him?" Lingyu asked worriedly, thinking of the fact that they had fought side by side before.

"Him? As long as he's not dead, that's fine."

Lunster took a glance and finally took out his own skewer of meat and sat down to eat. It was obvious that there was no portion for him.

"Ah, you guys are done eating? You didn't even wait for me to get off the stage. I'm disappointed."

After waking up, Brunson found that several people had already started packing up. Even though he had shouted so loudly on purpose just now, no one paid any attention to him. Forget it, it was his own fault for doing those things yesterday, and it was impossible from the perspective of the camp.

Brunson looked at Lingyu on the side and asked, "Which side are you on then? The young man named Moran next to him seems to have a good relationship with the demons and Lunster treats him very well. He might be a distinguished guest of the demons."

"Okay, let's go out and join that guy."

"You guys go ahead. I left my holy sword in the bedroom and forgot to take it. Wait for me."

"Hurry up! When can you correct your clumsy behavior? It's really troublesome." Moran complained mercilessly. After all, not everyone can forget this or that, and if a brave man forgets to bring the holy sword, it will be laughed at if others tell others about it.

Moran followed Lunster out the door first. Brunson didn't want to follow the two in front of him, thinking that it would be less embarrassing to follow the brave man.

After Moran closed the door, Lingyu poked her head out of the bedroom and ran out when she saw that the door was closed and only Brunson was left.

"What do you want to do, brave man? We need to make sure they are coming."

"Shh!"

Lingyu took out a plate from behind him with one or two skewers on it.

"Eat quickly and I'll leave first."

After Brunson took it, Lingyu also went out and followed Moran's footsteps, leaving Brunson alone there. She looked at it and put it in her mouth. The meat was tender and juicy, and it smelled really good.

"Mr. Brave must still be on our side. He would never betray humanity. Cough cough cough." Brunson choked halfway through his words and pounded his chest, but he still sighed.