Chapter 84

The father and daughter chatted casually again. Rolle pretended to ask the direction of the camp in the United Kingdom. When he got the answer, he said it was time for his daughter to go to bed.

The father and daughter went to the river first and washed their faces together. Then Cori took off her shoes and socks, rolled up her trouser legs, put her delicious little feet into the river and stepped on them. Finally, she stretched out her arms to rolle for a hug.

Probably washed his feet and didn't want to wear shoes again, so he threw a Jiao at his father by the way.

Rolle bent down to pick up his daughter, put her in the sleeping bag in the tent with the posture of the princess, wrapped her into a silkworm baby, and then drilled out of the tent to tidy up the campfire outside.

There are two sleeping bags in the tent, separated by a little distance, a little far.

Kerry tooted her mouth slightly, rolled around the ground wrapped in her sleeping bag, and squirmed twice like a caterpillar, closer to Rolle's sleeping bag.

Rolle then ordered the little donkey in the tent to watch the night, pay attention to the surrounding conditions, and then turn back to the tent.

He pretended not to see his daughter's little movements, smiled, touched her little head and said:

"Well, go to sleep."

However, Cori took an inch, took the initiative to hold Rolle's hand, put it on her cheek, and begged softly:

"Dad, tell me a story. I haven't heard Dad tell a story for a long time."

Rolle thought for a moment, accepted her daughter's willfulness and said:

"The protagonist is a student who loves to play guitar. He has a beautiful girl sitting at the same table. Then one day, he met a singing girl on the roof..."

"... in this way, the three decided to form a band to participate in the school party, with the protagonist as the guitarist, the girl as the lead singer, the same table as the bassist, keyboard player and saxophone..."

"The three are practicing hard for the party, and their relationship is getting closer and closer. They have a good impression on each other and decide to be good friends all their life..."

"... in this way, the performance at the party was a great success, the three became famous at one stroke, and the two girls summoned up the courage to confess to the protagonist, and then..."

"... in this way, the three worked together to break the secular obstacles, lived together and spent a wonderful life without regret."

When Rolle's story was over, Cori narrowed her eyes slightly and said softly:

"Everyone has been happy. This story is really great..."

Then she fell asleep.

Rolle carefully put her exposed arm back into the sleeping bag, tightened the opening of the sleeping bag, and then drilled out of the tent.

Her daughter was asleep and it was late. It was time to go to the camp in the United Kingdom.

This is also the real reason why he will stay for the night and not go to his daughter's camp - he intends to clear away the possible threats and obstacles for his daughter, and well advise the archaeological team of the United Kingdom to live in harmony and make money in the future.

So my daughter can be at ease.

He also wanted to go to the barbarians, but he felt that the barbarians were fierce, many people came, unreasonable and easy to misinterpret his goodwill.

The key is that they are likely to be protected by high-level supernatural

So it's better to start with the archaeological team of the United Kingdom.

As long as the United Kingdom does not kill, I believe we should be able to live in peace as we did a few days ago?

So he ran in the dark forest for an hour in the direction of his daughter and came to the periphery of the camp in the United Kingdom.

In the camp, only the dim light emitted by a few magic guide lights can vaguely see several people on vigil.

Rolle didn't hurry to approach, but sat down cross legged, took out a waste newspaper from his left hand, rolled it into a receiver shape, leaned close to his ear, then closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sounds around him.

He was listening to the heartbeat nearby.

This is not perception. Simple listening is good, and it can only be done in a very quiet environment late at night.

Two on the left, three on the right, five sleeping in the tent and four hiding on the branch... Eh? Two more hiding underground? Pretty good at playing?

Rawl counted silently in his heart and wrote down the positions of these people, which was the goal he would persuade later.

He did not intend to convince the whole archaeological team that it was not very good and troublesome, so he still found out the people with combat power. Their heartbeat was very different from that of ordinary people. They were as dazzling as fireflies in the dark.

As long as these people are persuaded by him not to participate in later archaeological activities and leave the archaeological community forever, I believe that the remaining ordinary scholars and students should cherish the present opportunity and honestly archaeology, rather than harassing their daughter.

So he took out his sword again, used the Upanishads, and let the sword fly out. He held the handle of the sword and commanded by remote control.

He first persuaded the nine men on duty and hiding in the tree with his sword.

The process was very easy and the opposite side was reasonable. With one sword, they promised on the spot that they would never participate in any archaeological activities.

Aoyisan, a means of remote attack and remote control, is very suitable for this situation. It is fast and silent. It has persuaded nine people in a row without making any noise.

I feel a little tired.

After all, upanishadism is upanishadism. It consumes more than conventional swordsmanship.

Plus the two times he used before, he has performed the profound meaning 11 times in a row, which is a great burden for a 40 year old man.

The remaining five sleeping in the tent, he could only walk over and persuade them one by one in his sleep.

On the way, Rolle put on a black-and-white mask and showed some sword Qi to the soil, so that the two secret outposts hiding in the soil stayed in the local forest villa.

Then, outside the tent, he used several swords.

The other party retired from the archaeological community with people and tents in his sleep, but he still couldn't return to the real retirement.

After all this, in order to celebrate the smooth action and understand each other again, Rolle lit several tents storing various materials like fireworks to celebrate.

Finally, his figure quietly disappeared into the darkness, hiding his merit and reputation.

The camp in the United Kingdom suddenly jumped... Oh, no, it was jubilant. People woke up from their sleep and rushed to tell them, with tears on their faces.

But what rolle didn't notice was that as he approached the camp to carry out persuasion, several pairs of eyes hidden in the dark watched his every move silently.

When he was far away, the lurking talents whispered in the local dialect:

"The strange black-and-white mask, the dress of an imperial gentleman, Miss Jeanne, is he the strong man you mentioned?"

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Thank you for the melancholy of Niang palace in spring and the generous reward of Muyi ink shadow!

Thanks for the typographical error in the last chapter

I'll pull a thank-you list late