Rustling sounds were heard along with the sound of insects. The emerald green plants with dewdrops were refreshing.
The old trees were towering, and scattered sunlight spots fell on the grass.
A leather shoe fell on the light spot, and the worn leather was revealed.
Parker wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, unconsciously intoxicated.
There was a pile of mushrooms under the tree. They were brightly colored and cute. A squirrel was squatting inside, holding a nut, and staring at Parker.
"There are animals around. These mushrooms should not be poisonous, right?" Parker murmured.
"What happened?" Allen asked in a low voice.
Parker didn't like Allen, so he replied casually.
At this moment, Kenan seemed to have found something new. He called Allen over. Accompanied by the hasty footsteps, Parker snorted with disdain. Even if a leader could do nothing, he was still a young man.
They were all contestants. Why should they care about him?
Ridiculous!
He would know what was going on if he was snubbed.
As for now, he wanted to enjoy his delicious mushroom soup.
Traveling through Egleson was not an easy task. Whether it was to be on guard against the sneak attack of demonic beasts or to walk normally, it would consume a huge amount of physical strength.
Parker pulled down the iron pot on his waist and walked up. He took off all the colorful mushrooms and threw them into the pot.
Then he pulled the water bag from his waist and poured it in.
This mushroom soup didn't need too much seasoning. It only needed to add a little green salt, because the mushroom itself was the best seasoning.
On the other side, Allen and Kenan had confirmed something, but they suddenly found that Parker was missing. They turned around to look for him.
"Do you smell a fresh fragrance?" Allen shrugged his nose and said suspiciously.
Francis nodded. He smelled it too, but he was not sure.
"It's a little like the mushroom soup cooked by an old woman in the city. I can't say. When I think of the mushroom soup, my saliva has fallen. You don't know how delicious it is. When I go back, I will treat you to a good bowl of soup."
Kenan wiped his mouth and pretended to laugh.
After all, everyone knew that there were no living people in the forest except for them. How could there be mushroom soup?
It was just a joke to ease the atmosphere.
But as they got closer and closer, the fragrance became stronger. They looked at each other with uncertainty.
"Is there really someone cooking mushroom soup here?" Kenan said with uncertainty.
In an instant, a name came to their minds, and they cursed in their hearts.
Parker!
When they pushed the grass away, they saw the pot beside the big green stone.
The pot was still full of delicious hot mushroom soup, from which the smell came.
There were still burning firewood and flames below, licking the bottom of the iron pot.
They couldn't help but want to sit around and drink.
"Why don't you ask us to eat?" Francis said unhappily.
But Parker, leaning back against the bluestone, didn't respond.
In an instant, they found something wrong.
When Allen walked over, Parker was still leaning against the bluestone with his legs open.
Allen knew that Parker was not convinced of him.
But even if he didn't want to talk to him, he should have a reaction, which was the most basic warning ability for a knight.
But now he was on the alert and Parker didn't respond. There must be something wrong.
"Parker?"
Allen raised his voice and called Parker.
They quickly ran to Parker and found that Parker was obviously not in a good condition.
His face was blue, and he was foaming at the mouth. He fell into a state of faintness.
"Let this bastard eat alone. Now he really eats poisonous food. What should we do?" Kenan cursed.
Allen carefully checked Parker's condition. Fortunately, Parker's physical condition was too strong, so he would not die if he was poisoned. As time went by, his body would slowly detoxify.
"The mushroom soup smells good." Francis kicked over the hot pot.
The mushroom soup flowed down along the crack and sank into the ground.
"He has tasted it, but we are in trouble." Jett said with a frown.
He didn't say anything before because he didn't get along well with Parker.
Their competition was still going on. Now there was only one person left, and everyone might have to stay with him. Otherwise, if they left him alone here, he would be eaten by wild wolves in less than an hour.
Parker slowed down the team's progress on his own.
"Fortunately, I have brought a lot of antidotes. There happens to be an antidote for him. Drink it first, but it will take at least a day to recover to normal state."
Allen said as he took out a tube of antidote from his bag. These antidotes were specially prepared before the competition to deal with all kinds of emergencies.
He didn't expect that it was used on his teammates first.
Allen pinched Parker's chin and said to Francis, "Francis, hold him like this. He might vomit later. If he is lying, he might be choked."
Francis was about to help when Jett suddenly said, "Our progress is slower than theirs."
All of a sudden, the situation was a little embarrassing.
All of them stopped what they were doing. They came here to help castellan Will. If they lost this competition, they would lose everything, not only nothing but also lose a lot of favors.
Parker regained his consciousness. He could hear people whispering, but he didn't have the strength to speak.
His heart sank when he heard this.
He even had prepared for the worst and was abandoned by everyone.
"Help yourself. The drug will work soon." Allen's calm voice reached his ears. There was no emotional fluctuation, nor was he affected by his words.
Parker's heart was immediately struck by a current, and a crack appeared on the heavy mental barrier, from which streams of water flowed out.
Francis took Parker's hand and helped him up.
Allen raised his head and stared at Jett. "Whether we win or lose the competition, it's just a loss of some materials. There's still a way to make up for it. But if we lose a comrade in arms, it's irreparable."
"Ahem..."
Suddenly, Parker coughed and retched.
After vomiting, Parker opened his eyes weakly.
Although he was still unable to speak, everyone could see that he was a little different.
"We can't leave for a while. Let's prepare dinner first, but"
Allen kept him in suspense.
They all looked at him seriously. Although not everyone agreed with his decision, Allen's behavior really made them recognize him as a leader.
"I don't want mushroom soup."
Allen said slowly.
All of a sudden, they burst into laughter. Parker, who was leaning against the bluestone, blushed and turned his head away.
A famous Big Knight was poured with mushroom soup.
It might be a permanent stain in Parker's heart, but somehow, Parker felt it was a good stain.
When he thought of it, even the breeze was a little gentle.
This was the first time he felt the feeling of a team and the care of his teammates. It didn't come from the fact that he was a member of the Big Knight group.
"Let's go to eat something." Francis and Jett two went out hunting.
Kenan and Allen stayed to take care of Parker. Kenan was too weak. If he went out, he might distract the two of Francis.
Allen was the only one on the team who knew how to make a magic potion. He could better prevent the sequela of Parker here.
The place where Parker picked up the mushroom was not far away, and there were a lot of unfinished mushrooms nearby. Allen carefully picked one up and had a look.
He did find some clues.