one.
Kraft tried to move his arms again, this time moving himself into a more comfortable position without his cousin's help.
"Okay, I'm sorry for scaring you. Although it looked serious before, I feel like I'm getting better, so can you put away the bloodletting kit?" He looked at Ryan beside the bed and stretched out hard.
The feet indicate that he is fine. The abundant energy is returning to this young body, and the control of the limbs has basically recovered. Now he feels a little hungry.
Kraft refused Lane's help and climbed out of bed. He walked to the luggage and pulled out a piece of dried meat, twisted it in the middle, and handed one piece to Lane.
For a patient who was half-dead just now, his condition was incredibly good. The powerful chewing muscles gave his teeth the power to bite the delicious marinated meat: "Look, there is nothing wrong with me."
"I'm a little bit suspicious that you were just faking it." Ryan carefully took the dried meat, still fearful, "How about we rest here for a few days before setting off?"
"No, I feel like I can leave tomorrow morning. And that damn pillar, let them fill the hole back. The soil is solid. I don't want to come to this unlucky place again." I didn't get any souvenirs, and I lost a lot of money.
Silver coins, and almost killed his own people, which is a lighter-level job.
"you sure?"
"I'm sure, we'll leave tomorrow. You don't want to wait for the snow to melt and ride in the mud. Also remember to remind me to let them fill the hole." Kraft was a little eager to put all this behind him.
He could feel that he was resisting from body to mind to delve deeper into this matter from certain angles, and it just so happened that he had long wanted to leave.
Chapter completed!