The new hunting suit is a short short jacket with a silver bottom and red edge. The workmanship and materials are very fine, but Winters is a little uncomfortable to wear.

Perhaps because the tailor hopes that the dresser can eat well, sleep well, and gain more flesh, the hunting costumes are a little looser.

However, for a long time, Winters neither ate nor slept well. So he lost weight a lot compared to when he first returned from the wasteland.

"Well." Anna looked at Winters in confusion, stood beside her, stood far away, and even circled around Winters several times.

Finally, Anna came to the conclusion and asked with a smile: "Why do I feel like you are a little bit more handsome than when we first met?"

Winters didn't take it seriously, because in Hailan, his reference was his peers dressed like butterflies; in Paratu, most of the men around him were unkempt and rough men.

"Only a little?" Winters stretched the corner of his clothes and joked, "What about comparing with Lieutenant Colonel Moritz?"

Anna carefully smoothed the wrinkles on Winters' shoulders, half unreliable, half unyielding: "He is not as heroic as you!"

"……Thanks."

Anna returned to the inner room, and after a while, she rushed out excitedly with a "folding wooden board".

With a glance at the board in Anna's arms, Winters realized what Ms. Navare wanted to do.

Winters took four or five steps back, knocking over several objects in a row, and his whole body was showing resistance.

He begged: "Wait! Next time, how about next time? At least we should tell me in advance so that I can be mentally prepared."

Anna rarely showed displeasure: "Next time? You have been a model for me once, or in Hailan! Did the shadow left by being a model for you that time was that deep?"

She dragged Winters back to the center of the felt tent: "Don't show that look! Don't look directly at me, turn your head a little! Put your right hand in your arms, don't move around. Um... It's too dark, can the skylight be opened?"

...

In order to allow Anna to record inspiration anytime and anywhere, Winters made a portable drawing tool based on the structure of the map atlas.

Although it still failed to solve the pigment problem, Anna felt like she was treasured and couldn't let it go.

Trekking and recording along the way, Winters's mailbox was filled with Anna's drawings: the starry sky, the cold wilderness, the antelope leaping high, the side faces of the warrior staring at the bonfire...

The people involved—Anna himself—haven’t realized that they are making history.

When Anna faced the rising sun and focused on outlining the ups and downs of the earth, Anna Navare became the first painter on record to enter the wasteland to collect folklore and leave behind works.

...

The outside of the felt tent suddenly became very lively, and some people were shouting and laughing.

"I'll go and see what's going on!" Winters seized the opportunity, escaped from the felt tent, and shouted loudly, "Who is making noise?"

It's a little lion.

I found that Winters had taken a shower and changed into a new hunting suit. The little lion smiled and looked playful: "Oh? Do you know everything?"

"What do you know?" Winters frowned subconsciously.

Before the little lion could explain, Vahika pulled someone and squeezed into Winters.

"Centurion!" Vahika's joy was beyond words, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Look at it! Who is back!"

When Winters saw the face of the man Vahikara clearly, he was also very surprised: "Bell?!"

"Yes!" Bell grinned, but tears rolled in his eyes: "It's me!"

"Why are you crying?" Winters hugged the little hunter and rubbed the latter's hair hard: "You've grown too tall, I almost couldn't recognize you! Where is the little guy?"

...

After the Battle of Great Wilderness, Monk Reed, Bell and Charles planned to restrain their bodies for Winters and finally reunite with the still alive Winters.

When Winters returned to Paratu, Bell chose to stay in the wasteland and continued to learn from the Great Shaman how to become a [Spiritual].

Compared to the time when he parted, Bell was at least an inch taller. Not only was his height close to Winters, but his body also became visible to the naked eye.

Although he has not completely lost his childishness, he is no longer a "little hunter", but is enough to be called a "hunter".

...

"The little guy is in the camp in the north. He dare not bring him over, for fear of scaring the horse." Bell wiped his tears while smiling and announced the good news: "You will definitely be scared! The little guy is already a big guy! He stands taller than a horse..."

Because Winters did not allow Bell to name the young lion, the young lion has always been simply called "little guy".

As a result, over time, the young lion remembered the name "little guy", which was ridiculous.

Other members of the delegation who were loading the car behind the camp heard the sound and arrived one after another.

When Pierre saw Bell, he rushed over and called a bear hug, and the two cried and laughed.

The soldiers who had experienced the Battle of the Great Wilderness also came forward to hug Bell. Bell was once Winters' messenger, and Winters' old subordinates didn't know the little hunter.

The comrades who lived and died together met again after a separation, and everyone had thousands of words in their hearts. In the end, they just held each other's hands tightly and patted each other's shoulders silently.

The old Sergei, who thought he was so heartless, cursed and walked to no one, secretly rubbing his eye sockets.

"It won't delay you from reminiscing about the past." The little lion was so stingy that he could not stay for a moment as an outsider. He asked a few words and wanted to leave: "Montane, I'll come to you to discuss in detail in the evening."

"Wait." Winters called Lion Lion: "What are you talking about in detail?"

"What else can it be? Of course it is tomorrow's hunting hunting!" The little lion looked up and down Winters' hunting suit and asked in surprise: "Don't you know? Then you changed your clothes specifically? Are you cleaning your body in advance?"

There were many people in the camp, and Winters signaled Pierre to take care of Bell and pulled the little lion into the tent.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you don't know what I know, there's a misunderstanding." Winters said bluntly: "So you'd better just treat it as if I don't know anything and explain it in full."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It seems you really don't know." The little lion curled his smile and looked serious: "I want to invite you to participate in tomorrow's 'hunting', and my brother agreed. Looking at your outfit, I thought he had told you in advance."

Winters noticed the little lion's emotional changes: "I am an outsider and can I also participate in the hunting of the Chihe tribe?"

"Generally speaking, hunting without outsiders." The little lion pretended to be relaxed: "But who made this time the 'hunting of the Chihe tribe'? You are a distinguished guest of the Chihe tribe. My brother nodded, and others were not qualified to say 'no'."

...

"That's how it is." Winters summoned his subordinates to a place and briefly explained: "The Akagi tribe invited me to stay and watch the ceremony."

The temporary venue was silent, and everyone was a little surprised.

"Watch the ceremony?" Vahika asked in disbelief: "That is to say... can we also enter that hunting circle?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Old Sergei was afraid that the blood wolf would not come to Taiwan, so he hurriedly asked his son to stop and asked for a supplement: "The barbarian wants to invite the champion Palatou to watch the ceremony! If it's not us, how could we go in and hunt?"

...

In fact, when the Little Lion came to invite Winters, the Iron Peak County Mission was packing his luggage and preparing to go home.

Winters came to the Chihe tribe with the expectation of arduous negotiations, and as a result, the most important goal of the trip (exchange of prisoners) was successfully completed in an unexpected way.

The remaining two secondary goals: Commercial Road and Iron Mine, and the White Lion assigned two archers to take charge.

The Arrow Officer of the Chihe Tribe was very active in the trade route, but was not interested in the possible iron ore. They only agreed to provide Winters with ore samples, and declined Winters' help in "field exploration".

Since the goal has been achieved, Winters is not going to stay for a long time - he can't wait to dig gold.

When looking for gold a few days ago, Winters almost turned the valley floor. There were so many dreams. Who knew if the Hurds happened to discover new soil in the hidden gold? Or the earlier they dug it out, the safer it would be.

So as soon as he returned to the camp from Qingqiu, Winters told his subordinates to "get a good rest tonight and set off tomorrow."

Some of the members of the mission, who were quick to handle, had to reload the things that had just been unloaded from the carriage. When the little lion came, they were busy loading the car.

...

"What do you mean?" Pierre asked calmly.

Winters looked in the direction of Qingqiu.

As the sky became darker, the hunters guarding the felt wall lit the torches. Winters could not see the scene inside the hunting circle, but the whine of the beasts became clearer.

"I don't want to attend," Winters replied.

It is hard for everyone to hide their disappointment. It is a pity that they cannot participate in such a grand hunt, and everyone feels a little regretful.

"But if you leave here, you may regret it in the future and miss the opportunity to witness a major moment." At a certain moment, Winters's eyes were a little dim: "My Monk Reed said, 'Some spectacles are gone if you don't look at it'. Then stay and see, it's okay to see it."

Not many of them were there, and most of them were confused by what Winters was talking about.

But everyone understood another thing, Wahika asked tentatively: "Are you saying... are you going to stay and watch the ceremony?"

"Yes." Winters nodded slightly.

"Then, that...then we..." Vahika stuttered: "Can we do, too?"

After hearing this, many members of the delegation suddenly changed from sculptures to living people, and their breathing accelerated unconsciously.

“It’s OK.”

Although Old Sergei was still tightly singular with other strings of superiority and inferiority, he no longer had to teach his son a lesson: "Take it seriously? Can we really participate?"

Winters smiled freely and said, "Maybe we won't have the chance to see a large hunter of this size in the future. If you want to go and have fun, then go and have fun. I'll discuss with the Little Lion and let you enter the venue with his subordinates."

Everyone cheered and excited.

"Only use a bow? Do you want to use a musket!" Vahika, who smiled and opened, shouted: "What should I do if I can't use a bow and arrow?"

"As soon as the gunshots sounded, weren't deer and sheep scared away?"

"Are you stupid? Can you run out of the hunting circle?"

At the same time, someone was intrigued and began to tell the story of "Blood Wolf Killing a Bear" that had been passed on for a few tricks.
To be continued...