Chapter 259 – Nature
Purr-
The horse shakes its protruding muzzle and shakes off saliva.
There was quite a sharp tension between the two groups.
The only one who got off the horse was the man with the gray beard who was in the lead.
The man muttered as he bit into his mouth and spat out the chewy tobacco leaves on the floor.
“As you can see, we can’t afford to light a fire and make a bed. I was wondering if I could borrow a seat.”
On the surface of the rough skin of the man with a finely raised beard, bloodstains that had not yet been washed away could be seen sparsely.
And those eyes – eyes that were torn and sharpened like those of a wildcat – were not enough to make the air uncomfortable.
“What would you like?”
Seo-joon asked with his hand on the pommel with a plain expression.
As if this had nothing to do with him—it was like watching a forest fire spread across a river.
Gulp- Nayman swallowed his saliva- carefully examining their whereabouts.
The horse’s legs were thick and long. It must have been a well-trained horse, seeing as it did not become frightened when the flaming perch was pushed close to it.
Even more so, looking at the clothes of those riding on the horse and the gray beard man wearing – it was possible to know that they were from a military camp.
Looking at the smelted chain mail and gauntlet, and the decorations on the pommel decorated in the imperial style-, the author was clearly the decree of the imperial corps.
The fact that someone who should be in the military camp is here in the middle of the night means only one thing.
They are called ‘deserters’.
If so, there was a high probability that the drops of blood on their clothes and cheeks were the blood of the same Imperial Army.
Gulp, Neyman asked, swallowing.
“Where are you from?”
“I am from the Eastern Desert. My throat feels sore from drinking so much sand wind. It makes me want to drink horse urine. Hehe.”
Her man exaggeratedly groped his neck and keek keek keek keek keek kek. She laughed at his joke, causing those behind him to giggle.
“Eat.”
Neiman smiled awkwardly and threw the canteen at the man.
The man nodded her thanks and drank voraciously until the water dripped down her beard. Then I threw it to the men behind me.
The numbers were similar here and there.
Seven on this side, six on that side. But the other side is riding a warhorse.
If you ask whether you can win or not, you will definitely be able to win.
This is because there was no one else- Seojun.
But winning wasn’t the point.
It was important not to fight. There was no reason to fight, and I couldn’t let anyone get hurt or die in the process.
So which choice would be wise?
Accepting them was a problem, and rejecting them was a problem.
If he accepted, he would suddenly change and attack, and if he refused, he would feel bad – he could have drawn his weapon right away.
Either way.
The question that Seo-joon had been asking all this time – is now facing them once again.
Neiman turned his head to his side—sprinkling a pair of opinionated glances at his party.
But everyone avoids his eyes.
Unlike before- this time the options were too heavy.
Any choice was risky.
A situation where you never know when the tip of a knife will suddenly fall on the nape of your neck. It was never easy to fully shoulder that responsibility.
It was only then that Neiman realized the weight that Seojun was carrying.
Of course, that doesn’t mean Seo-jun’s tyrannical acts were right.
Wasn’t what he did to Marjorie really too much?
But looking back now, I wondered if it was really that violent. The look of Margery he showed to Neyman right away-, he seemed to want to do something like that himself.
She glanced at Lee, but even now she was avoiding his gaze.
It was uncomfortable, as if a large stone had been placed inside, but the important thing now was the problem in front of my eyes.
Neiman, who was worried, started to rush.
“I am···. I think it would be nice if you could lend me a light…”
At the somewhat uncertain voice- the party all of a sudden- shook their shoulders.
One by one they nod their heads. Again – I agree with Neiman’s opinion without any sign of opposition.
“Hwiyuu- Then I know you gave permission…! What are you doing! Cubs! Come and sit down!”
The gray-bearded man, without hesitation, patted his horse on the back and sat down by the fire.
One by one, the deserters came down from their horses, tied the reins of their horses to the trunk of a tree, and approached the fire.
Bloody smell -. Men with a fishy iron smell sat down, shaking their sweaty hair.
“You drank well.”
A man came up to Neyman – put the canteen in his hand again and patted him on the back.
A completely empty canteen. Men sitting by the fire casually taking off their jackets and boots and drying their sweaty bodies and feet.
They whispered whispers to the women, who looked uneasy. One man seemed to have no intention of hiding it, and she said, “Look at that bitch,” And even started talking about her obscenities toward Lily.
In many ways-, the situation where the main guest was evangelized.
Please let nothing happen…
Neiman thought about that – he carefully sat down by the fire.
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The moon was low
The sound of snoring was loud.
The men wrapped themselves in blankets to avoid the morning dew and went to sleep one by one.
Only two of them were awake, including the man with the gray beard.
Everyone went back into the tent except for Neiman and Ian, who were on guard.
Before going to sleep, the men, wrapped in blankets, looked carefully at the tent the women were entering.
Rather than thinking about what to do- it was just that her eyes caught up to her pretty face and well-ripened breasts, but even that was enough to instill anxiety in them.
As she tossed and turned without sleep, she could hear the occasional rustling of cloth in the tent, and one man, listening to the sound, put her hand in her pants and massaged her stiffly erect cock.
“I mean a person. In front of death, everything is the same law. Whether it’s a green young man or an old man who has grown old. This- it’s all the same when a knife sticks in and turns into a piece of cold meat. If you hold a knife in, you become a frightened bastard—and shed tears, runny nose, and even pee.”
The man with the gray beard, who had been sitting by the fire and warming himself, tapped the sword at his waist and spoke.
The man’s name is Arnold.
He was a middle-aged man of forty lines, with gray hair and gray hair mixed with his beard.
Arnold was sharing with the other men Neiman’s personal booze and beef jerky.
Arnold, whose Volga was flushed as if he had been drunk, continued his dog shit philosophy.
“Women are like that. If you stick the head of your cock into your pussy, it’s all the same. The Calvary Years at Changgwan, who spread their legs for fifty fairy tales, and the Queen, who sits on a throne in nobility and wears silk around her buttocks, are all the same. If you shove your pussy moderately, you’re supposed to gurgling and dripping pussy juice. Ughhh.”
Even though they are deserters who have turned their backs on the empire, Neiman can hear him choking at the words of a very high level! And let out a cough.
“Uh-wouldn’t it be dangerous to say such things carelessly…?”
At Neyman’s words—Arnold pouted the corner of his mouth. Cool eyes scan his face.
“Well, you are more naive than you look. Don’t you know when you see us? Anyway, I am a body that escaped from the military camp. Wouldn’t it be the same for both limbs to be cut off and sacrificed if caught?”
Arnold grinned, showing yellow teeth. The guy sitting next to me burst into laughter at his non-joke, no matter how funny it was.
Just then, someone came out of the tent.
It was marjorie.
She put her white feet in her boots and got up on the tent.
In the process of pushing her buttocks out on the floor to stand up – her top was rolled up – and her white waist contrasted with her large silence followed, creating a strange appearance.
The lustful eyes of the two men turned to Marjorie.
Arnold, who had just been talking so loudly, also shut his mouth—casting his eyes on Margery’s buttocks, taking another sip of his drink and wiping his teeth. It was like drinking Marjorie’s body as a snack, and Neiman’s mood was muddy.
But he couldn’t make it out like that. It always took a moment for a trivial emotional fight to turn into a physical fight. It was right to refrain.
“…”
“…”
Neyman met Marjorie’s green eyes as she stood up from her seat.
It was only for a moment that the two looked at each other, but Arnold saw it.
As Marjorie disappeared into the brush, Arnold chuckled and elbowed Neiman on the arm.
“Hey, bro, that’s quite the case. How did you seduce such a pretty old woman? Did you see the lower part? Huh? Being born innocent…”
“…No, not like that.”
“Really…?”
Arnold licked his lips. Then he slapped the big man on the head with the palm of his hand and muttered.
“Come to think of it, Baker, wasn’t that your dream? Trying to fuck a northern country girl?”
Hehe, yep, a woman with fair skin is my ideal type. As you can see, my skin is a bit dark. Wouldn’t it be a bit of a child if you hit the skin with your skin? “
Arnold giggled and muttered that this was funny.
“So how are you?”
“What do you mean?”
Arnold whispers to Neiman, who was offended by the remark that made Marjorie seem to be treating Marjorie like a mare, and whispered a sinister laugh like a wildcat.
“What’s long? This is a dream of this baby.
