Lake accepted that Buti was smoking the unknown tobacco in the cab, which did not mean that he agreed to close the window. He even encouraged Buti to open all the windows on his side, so that the smoke would fill the cab and affecting Buti's normal driving.

Because the windows on both sides were opened, the smoke naturally drifted according to the wind direction, so all the smoke from Buti's pipes rushed through Lake and then floated behind the car. From outside the Traveler, it was like someone was barbecuing in the cab, and he was still using wet wood with water vapor.

"Cough, cough."

While the Flyingman was moving slowly, Lake suddenly heard voices other than him and Bute appearing on the road. And judging by the loudness of the sound, the person who made the voice should not be very far away from them.

Curiously, Lake immediately poked out from the car window again, and looked over with the coughing sound, and saw a man in a dark red military uniform riding on a red horse. The red horse attracted Lake's gaze. Its handsome appearance, even a person like him who didn't understand horses at all, would not help but say "good horse".

"Dad, do you know the kind of horses?"

Lake stared at the horse and asked Buti who was driving the vehicle.

"I understand a little, what's wrong? What have you seen?"

Butty saw with his eyes that almost all his predecessor poked out the window, his neck stretched straight, and his whole body was excited. He was curious about what horse Lake had discovered, so he was more attentive than listening to his own story.

"A horse, there was an uncle sitting right away."

After fighting with the passerby on the horse's back, Lake simply described the scene he saw to Buti.

"So, do we have people in our journey?"

Buti was also happy after hearing this, but what he was happy about was not because he liked horses, but because he was happy if someone was on the same road, maybe he would also go to the Xihe Village. If so, he could invite him to move forward with him. Even if he slowed down, it would be worth it to get a guide.

"How could I know, why don't you slow down, dad, let me ask?"

Lake immediately understood what Buti meant and slapped the box in front of him to slow down the speed of the car until he could see the speed of the man riding horse.

"This is simple, but your tone is better, it's not right. You should be bolder, don't be like you were in the Adventurers Association just now."

Butty originally wanted to make Lake speak with a little bit of attention and not be rude, but then realized that Lake is not such a person, and what he needs to worry about is Lake's shyness.

"Big, maybe."

Lake's original confidence disappeared in an instant under Butti's reminder, leaving only a little remaining courage to barely support him.

Buti couldn't help but blame himself when he heard Lake's tone of retreating before the fight. He said something bad, and he insisted on talking about Lake's problem. Isn't this obviously a piercing wound?

However, although Buti was thinking so, his hands still slowed down the speed of the car as he had just said, allowing Buti to see the man riding a red horse in Lake's mouth.

The man also noticed that the huge truck that was originally in front of him suddenly slowed down. He could even see the young man sitting by the window and the old man next to him who could tell the difference between the truck at a glance.

"Hello, is there anything?"

The man didn't need to think. Seeing Lake's hesitant expression, he understood that they probably had any questions that they needed to answer. So he waited for a few seconds without waiting for Lake's question, and then asked.

"ah?"

While Lake was still thinking about how to ask, he heard a calm voice coming from his ear, not the father's voice, but from his other ear. He quickly raised his head and saw the opponent he was about to face appeared in front of him.

The man's face was a little thin, with a pair of firm eyes under his thick eyebrows, or something else. Anyway, when Lake looked at him at first, he felt that this person's will must be firm. He had a bunch of beards, which were short, a bit like the dense lawn on the roadside, but it was much more regular than those lawns. It should have been carefully cared for by the owner, right?

"Young man, are you from the Northern Chapter?"

Just when Lake was still observing the man's appearance, Buti couldn't control his desire. He stared at the dark red military uniform on the man's body and asked nervously.

After Butti suddenly mentioned his troops, the man was a little confused. He was indeed wearing a special military uniform, but he had never disclosed his troops number to the old man, but he recognized his troops at a glance. There was only one explanation for so long. This old man must have seen or was born here.

"Well, yes, I'm affiliated with the Seventh Army's Third Regiment, the company commander, Philip Xihe." The man paused for a moment, as if he was reorganizing his language, "Ex-girl, I was discharged from the army last month and planned to return to my hometown to live."

When Buti saw that the man on the horse was not handsome, but there were no scars visible to the naked eye, he didn't quite understand why the man was discharged. After all, Lindobuti's army was different from the mercenary system that was temporarily transferred, and it was a conscript system.

So basically those important positions that are worthy of training are generally unwilling to let go of important members who have been trained for a long time, especially young backbones like Philip.

"Why are you discharged from the army? I don't think you are too old, don't you think it's a pity?"

Buti looked at the man's military uniform and pulled him back to that war-torn era. He couldn't help but speak in the tone of his still in the army and asked seriously.

Lake saw that he had already thought about how to speak, but when he heard that his father had already talked with the man before and got his name from him, he was a little depressed at that time, but fortunately this was good news, so Lake's heart quickly adjusted, and had changed his posture before his father spoke again, changing the angle of an inquirer into a bystander.

"It's a pity, but I'm not young anymore. I'm twenty-eight years away from home for eight years."

Philip, who was riding on the horse, wrote the story all over his face and ran from him with his eyes along the road until the boulder blocked the road and said "turning".

"Isn't twenty-eight years old? Philip, sir. Now it's not like the living conditions before. It's a common thing to live in fifty or sixty years old."

Lake was struggling for a while but still didn't know which title to call the man in front of him, so he had to take a polite title that anyone could use.

Buti pulled out his hand and gently patted Lake on the back, as if he was blaming Lake for speaking like this.

"Sorry, the younger generation is ignorant and can't speak, please forgive me."

Buti's words later also confirmed the feeling of Lake after being reminded by Buti. He hadn't noticed it just now. After he took his eyes off Philip's nostalgic uniform, he noticed that the man's left arm was empty and fluttered left and right with the wind. It was obvious that he was discharged from the army due to injury.

"It's okay, this is my honor, and the wound is the glory of a soldier."

Philip was very open-minded about this. When he felt Butti's attention on his left arm, he smiled indifferently, and reached out to joke with him.

"What was the Seventh Army established? I remembered that the three armies could only have a regiment-level number of people at the time of death."

Buti didn't want to continue talking about other people's wounds, but turned to ask what he cared about more. After many years, he didn't dare to go back and take a look. This time he encountered it. You have to know more about it, right?

"Is it five years ago, from your tone, you were a veteran of the First or Second Army of the Northern Army?"

Philip is quite happy to meet an old senior who once was the same battle group. The battle group is the second home. If it is not his own problem, then he wants to stay no matter what, even if it is just a logistics staff member, after all, according to his merits, there is no problem to stay.

"That's right, I used to be the captain of the Second Army's guards. It was really difficult at that time."

Buti felt that she had already returned to the lingering past, beside her.

Philip seemed to have heard of the name in his mind, so he digs deep into his mind, and finally he found an old memory in the rumors somewhere and wiped it clean.

"Second Guard, I remember that the guard had only two captains, one for men and one for women. You are Mr. Buti Stu?"

Philip asked tentatively, if it was really the one he heard, it would be amazing. He was a legend. He first quickly became a non-commissioned officer from an ordinary soldier and then chose to leave and become an adventurer when his career was about to be on track. Then, he chose to quit after he was about to shine on the adventurer's path and became a priest.

"I have a captain behind me?"

Buti did not deny it, but he did not expect that the guard team formed due to Donna's special request would be another captain next, which made him a little puzzled.

"I heard of it this way. I don't know the specific situation very well, I just heard of it."

Philip would not say anything he was unclear about, so he did not tell me about some other rumors he heard at the same time.

"Dad, Xihe Village."
Chapter completed!