Chapter 237 That’s it

Chapter 003 That’s all

"Fecilia, come here for a moment." The black-haired woman appeared at the door and waved to the blond woman.

The blond woman showed an apologetic smile to Keilal, then remembered that Keilal couldn't see it, so she said, "Sorry, I'm going out for a while."

"Please." Kailar said with a smile and raised his hand, with a graceful look.

Fescilia gave Keilal a deep look, then turned and walked out.

"How is that child?" Looking at the black-haired woman holding her hands at the door, she smiled gently and asked.

"I can only say that everything is fine. I was rescued. I have a slight cold now and am in bed."

"Really, that would be great." The blonde Feicilia clasped her hands and smiled.

"It's not her problem, it's your problem." The black-haired woman stared at Feicilia: "What exactly do you think?"

"He...is very suspicious." Fesilia said softly.

But even so, in the room, separated by a layer of stone, Keilar still moved his ears slightly and heard the conversation between the two.

"If you knew, why would you..." the black-haired woman said anxiously.

"But if we let him go, it will actually be more troublesome." Fesilia said.

"Uh..." The black-haired woman was speechless for a moment.

"Liwang, we are soldiers after all, and this is a fortress after all. It would be much better here than in the town, wouldn't it?" She stared at the black-haired woman and said.

The black-haired woman was speechless. Indeed, she had only seen Keilal as a man inserting himself into the lives of five women, making life inconvenient. But they were soldiers after all, and Keilal now belonged to In the "repressed" category, an unknown man of unknown origin, unknown age, and unknown purpose is most likely a Bunitalian spy. However, he is contained in this fortress isolated from the town and has no food, clothing or housing. A special supply truck was sent, which meant that if they didn't let Keilal do something, Keilal couldn't do anything.

It can be regarded as a disguised form of imprisonment.

Their inconvenience is nothing compared to real enemies.

"Then, from now on, both of us should be equipped with guns." This is a military fortress. Even if it is not used at ordinary times, there is no training. The soldiers are also women, but they should have all the necessary equipment. Although heavy weapons are not expected, light weapons are But there will definitely be.

For example, a pistol or a rifle.

The two of them are the only two adults who are responsible for the normal operation of the place. Similarly, they are also responsible for the security work here. It is too difficult for other little girls to do this.

And now, both of them have to carry guns, just in case, for example, if Keilal does something.

Keilal smiled softly and didn't care about anything. These were inevitable self-defense measures for these girls, and when they came into contact with them before, they were all smart girls... Although they were not at all It just doesn't look like a soldier.

However, has Europe reached this situation?

Do women and children have to become soldiers and go to the battlefield?

Keilal gently picked up the tea and took a sip. So, what is the Bunitalia Empire?

This world seemed quite interesting, completely different from the world he knew.

Keilal sipped the rim of the cup gently, thinking about it in his mind.

"So, Mr. Kelar, do you want to take a bath?" Fesilia opened the door and asked.

Keilal just got out of the water and was dripping wet. He really needed a shower.

"Then I'll trouble you." He nodded politely.

"Then Liwang, go and help make the bed." Fesilia winked at the black-haired woman. Obviously, Keilal's room must be the least convenient to escape and the easiest room to monitor.

"Okay." The black-haired woman has been with the blond Fesilia for who knows how long, and she understands the look in Fesilia's eyes.

"Then, please come this way." Keilal was led by her towards the bathing place. Obviously, Keilal would not tell her that she could see something dimly.

After being led to the bathing area by her, Keilal began to take off his clothes.

That Fesilia was waiting outside.

But after Keilal entered the bathroom, she walked in and started to look through Keilal's clothes to see if there was anything in Keilal's clothes that could prove his identity.

Unfortunately, Keilal's lie was not so easy to crack. Keilal had already discovered that he had nothing to gain from the beginning, which corresponded to [all his luggage was lost in the water], that is to say , Keilal has completely become a black man who has neither money nor identity.

But now, Keilar is more interested in how they should deal with Keilal.

Keilal was not in a hurry now, he just slowly set up camp here. He began to wash his hair and body with shampoo and soap, and Feicilia made a noise outside: "Keilal Mr. Er, I left the clothes here, please pick them up."

"Okay, thank you, Fesilia." Keilal's gentle voice came from inside.

Feicilia felt strange at his call, so she agreed, then turned and walked out.

Although she walked out, she did not stay away. She just waited at the door for Keilal to wash out.

When Keilal was wearing a green military uniform, and although her hair was twisted and wiped dry, the ends were still slowly dripping with water, Fesilia's weird feeling reached a certain point.

Keilal was wearing a green military uniform and military boots, just like a real European silver-haired soldier.

He hung a towel around his neck to prevent water from dripping on his clothes. He tilted his head towards her from a bird's eye view, giving her the illusion that he could see her clearly.

"What's wrong?" Kelal asked.

"No, it's nothing. I'll take you to your room right now." Fesilia smiled, holding Keilal's hand and leading the way.

Keilal opened his mouth to ask something, but he thought that he was new here and asking too many things would really deepen their doubts, so he gave up on the matter.

"Then, this is your room. If you have any questions, you can call us loudly." Fesilia looked at Keilal and said with an excellent attitude.

"Okay, thank you." Keilar looked at the room. There was only a wooden bed with a quilt on it, a small wooden bedside table, and a chair, that's all.

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The first update with guarantee, let’s talk about a simple plan. Lelouch’s article is also an attempt. The short story of HELLSING with 30,000 words is basically a failure. Lelouch also came out after being asked for a long time, and plans to write a long story. The first volume and the second volume are both 200,000 words. This time I plan to write a longer one, with a minimum of 500,000 words. Depending on the performance, I can extend the word count. I may write a book at most, about one million words, or more.