Chapter 15 — The Marquis was wronged, I hid with my young master, and later overturned the capital to collect debt.

On that wolf's throat, there was a small arrow carved by the wolf himself. One strike kills life. The whole camp was shocked. Everyone used the same eyes as looking at the monster, looking at it. This eight year old child. It killed the wolf king with its own hands. It uses the most direct, bloodiest method. Announcing to everyone, about his maturity. I hugged it and helped it treat its wound. Tears, drop by drop, fell down his arms. It smiled at me again.

“Ah lady, don't cry.”

"Looker, am I now considered a man on top of the world?"

I look at it. Look at its still immature face. And that look, carrying sadness and cruelty completely unsuitable for age. I nodded. Tears like rain. My trick. In the end, he still grew into a real wolf. Time, during the process of Co Chieu frantically training himself, passed very quickly. Spring and autumn come, cold and hot again. Another four years have passed. Co Chieu was twelve years old. Its body grew very quickly. Almost caught up with me. Running and exercising all year round makes him look much thinner and more solid than other children his age. The shoulders have gradually taken on the broad shape of a teenager. Its face no longer had the roundness of a child. The five senses become clearer and more stereoscopic. Those eyes look more and more like his father. Long, narrow and deep. When not smiling, he carries a kind of innate aloofness and majesty. In the camp, no child dared to call him brother anymore. Their eyes looked at it with fear and admiration. He became the best hunter in the camp. There is no second person. Even the most experienced hunters are ashamed of themselves. Alone, a bow, a knife. Dare to rush alone into the deepest part of O Mong mountain. Every time he returned, he brought with him the richest booty. It uses those prey in exchange for more books. The book of history and death, the strategy of war. As long as there can be, it's all read. In these four years, he has almost never had a peaceful sleep. During the day, it stays in the mountains and forests, training its muscles and skills. At night, it's under yellow candlelight, training the mind and mind. It is like a piece of land that has been dry for thousands of years. Greedily absorbs all the nutrients that can make it stronger. Just stay next to it, quietly looking at it. He sewed and mended clothes for him that were torn by wild thorns. Prepare enough food to fill its stomach. Pound the medicine for its wound. The words between mother and child are becoming less and less. But we all know that the other person is the only support in this world. Our hearts have never been this close. I used to think that days like this would last forever. Until it, accumulates enough strength. Then, leave this forest, go the way it has to go. But I forgot. The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop. We want to hide, but because of trouble, we find our way to the door. That day, I was in the medicine jar, rearranging the herbs I had just picked. A Chau hurriedly ran in. Her face was filled with panic.

“Sister A Dien, it's not over!”

“Outside the camp, there is a team of officers and soldiers coming!”

The herbs in my hand instantly fell to the ground. My heart suddenly sank. Four years ago, they came again. Is it a coincidence? Or... is it coming at us?

“Where is Chieu Nhi?!”

I grabbed A Chau's arm and asked urgently.

"Chieu Nhi... he went into the mountains to hunt and hasn't come back yet."

I breathed a little sigh of relief. It's fine if it's not here.

“Where are you?”

“Ah, she has already gone to the camp gate.”

I didn't have time to think too much, I immediately rushed out of the medicine jar. We ran to the camp gate. Sure enough, seeing the military uniform gave me constant nightmares. The other leader. Straight figure, cold appearance. Even though four years have passed, I still recognize him at a glance. It's Ve Huan. Compared to four years ago, he looks more calm and more... dangerous. His eyes, like an eagle, sharp. He is also looking at me. The moment our eyes met. I saw a flash of understanding in his eyes. He came specifically aiming at us. The blood in my body cooled by half in an instant. A woman stood in front of him, using a snake-headed cane. The look was unprecedentedly serious.

“I wonder what happened this time?”

There was no expression on Ve Huan's face.

“Ah ma'am, long time no see.”

His voice was calm, but carried pressure.

“This time I didn't come to draw a map.”

"But to serve orders, destroy a group of bandits occupying the O Mong Son mountain area."

In my heart, there was a "thump". This mountain, we have lived in for so many years. Never heard of any bandits. This is just an excuse.