Cole, who was next to Haman, glanced at him and said arrogantly, "You'd better behave yourself and don't do anything unnecessary."
After listening for so long, Haman was a little unhappy. "I only ate a few packets of biscuits from you. Is it coming to that?"
Cole raised his voice. "Is that a little? That's a whole six packets!"
"Let me tell you, and we have the mayor's documents. When you come out with us, you have to listen to me, understand? Don't find any trouble for yourself!"
Yuri, who was beside him, smiled and said, "Have you ever seen an egg? Do you know what an egg looks like when it hits a stone?"
Haman thought for a moment. "It will be beaten to death."
Yuri was stunned. "What?"
Haman replied, "The hen's owner will kill them!"
In the market town, if they wasted food, they would be disgraced by everyone.
If they wasted other people's food, they would be in trouble.
Haman was quite satisfied with his answer. In his wit, he also revealed such a profound reality.
That night, the team successfully walked 20 kilometres out of the market town.
They had been messing around in the afternoon, and no one dared to do so in the wilderness.
It was because the 15-kilometre area near the town had been burned several times.
And only a few people had been to the 15-kilometre area.
On the way, Haman had relied on his own experience to avoid most of the dangers.
But even so, Mankiw still made a move once.
The sound of firing was too loud. As long as you did not want to die in this kind of place, you must not fire.
It was an adult velociraptor. It was more than four meters long with extremely thick scales on its body.
But Mankiw only shook his body and transformed into a six-meter-long dinosaur.
Haman had not seen this kind of dinosaur in the dinosaur illustrated manual, so he could not recognize what kind of dinosaur it was.
But judging from its ferocious appearance, its fighting strength was not weak.
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That night, the team successfully arrived at a mountain ridge.
Standing on top of the mountain ridge, they found that there was a large forest behind them.
Haman was lost in thought as he looked at this boundless green.
Other than the dream, this forest was the only green.
The trees were tall and straight here, and only the almost imperceptible muddy path could prove that humans had been here before.
When the capture team first came here, they had lost their way.
Haman had once heard from the priest that there was a place called the rainforest.
The trees there were so dense that it was difficult for people to pass through.
But the forest here was not so lush.
It was relatively sparse.
Only the grass on the ground grew higher.
Although the grass here was still withered yellow, there was some moisture in the grass.
When the night was about to fall, they finally arrived at the open space where the last capture team had come.
Cole laughed loudly and said, "We'll make camp here today. Everyone, quick rest and eat something!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Haman walked towards the backpack.
Looking at Haman, who was sitting beside the fire and bingeing, Cole whispered, "That's why you are a refugee. You even consider a biscuit as a treasure."
Although he said it in a low voice, his volume was not small at all.
Everyone in the camp could hear him.
Haman took another note in the little notebook in his heart.
But he still had to eat the biscuit.
After all, it was his loss not to eat it.
Moreover, Haman was indeed inexperienced. This biscuit was already one of the best things he had ever eaten.
It seemed like Haman had secretly eaten the biscuit that Cole was very dissatisfied with him.
But in fact, Haman had long understood that whether he ate the biscuit or not, Cole's attitude towards him would be equally bad.
Therefore, Haman felt a little doubtful in his heart when the team still provided him with food. He did not expect them to fall out with him like this.
It was also good, and Haman felt much more relaxed. This way, he did not have to worry about anything.
He was mentally prepared for the current situation.
"Catch." Mankiw tossed over a small plastic bag.
Haman caught it and looked at it. There was chocolate written on it.
Haman had never seen this thing before.
However, this did not affect his judgment of its use.
This thing was obviously for eating.
Then he tore open the package and took a small bite.
On the one hand, he wanted to know the taste, and on the other hand, it was also for testing the poison.
Any poison that was not related to the dose was meaningless.
As long as Haman didn't overeat, no matter what poison it was, it wouldn't be able to poison him to death.
It was also something that he had learned from the priest.
When the chocolate entered his mouth, it showed a rich aroma.
Haman could tell that it was the aroma of the oil.
Moreover, the taste was quite good, first bitter, then sweet.
However, he did not continue eating. Instead, he placed the chocolate in front of his chest.
Haman would have to wait at least a day until there was no reaction from the poison. Only then would he continue eating the remaining chocolate.
"Don't put it on your body, and it will melt." Mankiw did not look over and said calmly, "If you like it, I'll give you a few more pieces when we go back."
Haman looked at Mankiw. In the entire team, only Mankiw didn't show any disgust toward him.
As for the others, they always looked high and mighty.
It was a kind of contempt from the bottom of their hearts. Even Haman felt that these people didn't respect him at all.
But Mankiw was different. Although he didn't show any good feelings toward Haman, he didn't show any rejection.
After thinking for a while, he could not figure out why Mankiw treated him differently.
Then he gave up thinking about this question.
He knew too little information and could not think of anything.
After eating and drinking, Haman walked out of the camp.
"Wait, what are you going to do? If you leave now, there will be no place for you in the area of Azure Dragon City!" Seeing Haman walking out, Cole panicked.
If Haman had left, they would have wasted their time again today.
Without a guide, they couldn't pass through this forest and find the way to Mount Roman.
Haman had to admit that he sometimes admired these people.
There was at least two days' journey from here to Mount Roman. Fortunately, that group of people got lost early last time and could still find their way.
If they went deep into this forest, no one would be able to leave.
It was not a matter of waste of a day. These big shots, which were used to a safe life in the city, did not realize it at all.
Who was the owner of this wilderness?
Of course, Haman could understand that people had a habitual mindset.
Just like Haman, he thought that anyone as a city resident must be wealthy.
It was typical since the city residents despised the refugees long ago.
Haman looked back and grinned. "I'm going to take a shit. Do you want to come?"