"Rest assured, this white fluid is just like the fig white fluid, non-toxic and tasteless!" Door Plate laughed.
Signal Lamp stared at the fruit in his hand for a while, then stood up, "I still need to take a look."
He walked out of the tent.
In the medical room, only Door Plate was left; his expression turned indifferent again.
"Keep arguing, but when the time comes you won't be able to return, and then you'll cry."
The camp was stationed by the riverside covered in aquatic grass. The water grass on the shore was parted, and two summoned soldiers were fetching water.
Signal Lamp glanced left and right, then headed straight for the largest tent.
The rectangular tent, taut on the surface, appeared castle-like.
Signal Lamp stood outside the curtain, listening attentively for a while. During this time, two soldiers responsible for the guard passed by, giving him a few extra glances.
No luck for Signal Lamp; he could hear nothing. The soundproofing was very effective.
