Although they did not continue to fight, the gray-clothed army was still trapped in the valley and did not move. However, they were not in a hurry. After all, the initiative is in their hands now, and now they just need to wait for those negotiating people to come.

The news that these young nobles were captured was quickly passed back to the capital of Bran, and it was no need to say that it was an uproar immediately. Of course, no matter how cursed and discussed, it was necessary to save it. It was not easy to cultivate a descendant, not to mention that there were some heirs of the nobles here.

However, Bran Capital is thousands of miles away from here, and even with the help of magic, it will take a while. After all, it is impossible for this desolate 100,000 mountain to have a teleportation array.

After a few days of celebration, the gray-clothed army gradually began to recover, and then counted casualties and comforted the vassals... These post-war affairs were quickly put on the agenda.

It can be said that the losses of the Gray-Clothed Army this time were still heavy. Only more than half of the soldiers who were nearly 30,000 during the transfer were left. If most of the people had not scattered and left, the number of casualties would have been far more than these.

While the upper class of the gray-clothed army was busy with these things, Tang En was also doing his unfinished investigation.

The corner of the station,

"Boss, this is the information of that Borley." Mithur handed over a stack of paper.

"Yeah, it's not bad!" Tang En reached out to take it, and then asked, "How did you get this information?"

"It's all for inquiries. Don't worry, boss, we're doing it very hidden." The gray-clothed army is so big, it's still easy to inquire about individuals.

Tang En nodded. Among the current members of the gray space, Mishe was the most attentive and the most reliable way to do things.

"Well, boss, these information seems to be useless now." Shaking his head, Mithue spread his hands and said, "Now Bolai is dead this morning."

"Die?" Tang En was stunned and frowned, "How did he die?"

Bolai's injuries were all caused by Tang En, and he knew very well. Even if the blood and energy explosion was at most paralyzed and not fatal.

"I don't know very well, I heard that I committed suicide! But..." Mixiu looked at Tang En and said hesitantly, "There are rumors that Bolai can't stand the pain of his broken leg, so..."

Tang En's eyes turned cold, and Mixiu didn't say anything, but he could roughly think that the rumor must have pointed all the finger at him.

"Well, I understand, let all the brothers who monitor Bolai go back. This matter comes to an end first and inform you that the gray space will be trained normally tomorrow."

"yes!"

After Mishe left, Don En fell into deep thought.

Suicide? Well, this is possible. If a normal person cannot accept it after losing his legs, suicide is reasonable.

But if not, then this matter would be interesting. Once Bolai died, he would not be able to investigate. Moreover, the deceased was the most important, and others' vision would narrow down Bolai's previous "mistakes" and amplify the harm that Tang En had inflicted on him. Even the saying that he would kill Bolai would definitely be heard.

But even so, it doesn't make sense... Why should I slander me so quickly? Is there any hindering of my interests?

Shaking his head, these are just the most likely guesses. There is too little information available for analysis now, and no useful conclusions can be drawn.

It seems that the gray space is still going to develop... Tang En sighed and walked back. Now more than ten people are obviously not enough, and they are all fighting now, so it is still not good to analyze and summarize information.

Hum? Tang En suddenly stopped and his nose twitched, and a familiar spicy smell drifted in the wind.

this……

Tang En turned to the right, and after passing through several passages, the spicy taste became stronger.

"Try it. This thing is called hot pot, which can dehumidify and keep warm, and is most suitable for eating in winter. This is unique to our gray-clothed army!"

"Hmph, it's just pouring food into spicy soup. What's the big deal? The country bumpkin is the country bumpkin."

"Ha, Lord, have you ever eaten this country bumpkin?"

"Uh... I haven't eaten it before, so I don't want to eat it."

"That's it, how do you know that this is just pouring food into spicy soup?"

“…”

"Everyone come and try it, well, I promise you will remember this smell. Uncle Frey, do you have a piece?"

In the distance, Joshia, wearing a white robe, was working hard to promote hot pot. As for those who gathered beside him, Tang En knew most of them, Frey and the captured noble young men. Some people didn't know him, probably what Joshia said yesterday, who was sent by Luosha to promote the ideas of the gray-clothed army.

Since the young nobles came to the Gray Clothing Army, they have been free to move and have not been locked with iron chains. Of course, there is no need for this, and they cannot rush out of here no matter what. As for Frey and the others, they are even more free. Even if they want to leave here now, no one will stop them.

After thinking, Frey and others started to act. Those nobles were young and disdained to eat these. They had never eaten any delicious foods? How could they look down on this rough-made hot pot?

"Wow, this spicy taste...good!"

"It's delicious enough, transparent! It's even better if you have a sip of wine!"

"Damn it, Skinny Monkey, you dare to steal my name!"

...

At this time, the charm of hot pot is still huge. I have never seen cooking techniques and such heavy taste... Everything makes these northern men start to rush their arms and fight for the food in the pot.

Those noble young men who were unwilling to eat first couldn't help but take a look at Frey and the others.

"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. I have never eaten delicious food in my life." As he spoke, a noble young man raised his knife and fork gracefully, "I'll try it first, and then I'll tell you what it is really delicious...uh?"

The noble young man chewed the food in his mouth, his face became a little strange, he seemed to want to vomit, but he seemed reluctant to let it go. After he hesitated for a moment, he finally swallowed it.

"How is it?" asked the noble young man next to him.

"Well, that's it, but that's it!" said the noble young man slowly, but his hands were not stopped and he continued to fork into the rolling pot.

Uh... the noble young men around looked at each other and finally raised their forks.

"Oh, this tastes good. It's like, it's like..."

"Golden caviar explodes in his mouth!"

"Yes, that's what it feels like."

Clang, Clang, Clang... A sound of metal knife and fork collision sounded.

"Huh... just because of this fire, hot pot? Well, it's not unfair to join the gray army!" Frey sighed with a breath of spicy breath and sighed.

Haha... Tang En shook his head and chuckled. Joining the gray army for hot pot is naturally a joke, but Tang En was still very excited when he heard that Frey had this intention now.

"Hey, Arthur... Oh, Brother Tangen is here too, come and try the taste of this hot pot!" Frey saw Tangen standing in the distance and hurriedly greeted.

Uh... Joshia's heart was jumping when she heard this and she quickly looked up.

Tang En just happened to see it, and the two looked at each other, and their bodies were shocked. Then Tang En touched his nose, and Joshia buried his blushing face behind the fog.

A scene from yesterday came to both of them at the same time.

"Brother Tang En, why are you still standing there? I'm sorry, you bastards are not there yet... Uh, be careful!" Frey's face suddenly changed and he shouted a loud warning.

Tang En, who was walking here, suddenly paused, and then a roar came from behind.
Chapter completed!