Chapter 8

The Mother River flows majestically, winding its way down, nourishing the fertile lands of the Upper Green Forest and the Lower Green Forest.

At this moment, a group of several dozen people arrived at a certain point along the Mother River, beginning their patrol along the river.

Allen Sotos casually plucked a blade of grass from the roadside, put it in his mouth, and exuded a carefree and unrestrained demeanor: "Actually... there's one thing Collin and the others didn't get wrong. War is fought with hard power. The Davis family knows their own weight, and the knights are experienced enough to know to send out scouts widely... If the Davis family were to make a move, like a surprise attack, it would most likely fail."

"So, the Davis family has few options left. Putting ourselves in their shoes, the only choice is to move through the battlefield as quickly as possible and launch a surprise attack on the Sotos family's vital points. The forest can't accommodate large-scale troop movements, and it would take a long time, so the most convenient method is water transport!"

He gazed at the Mother River, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The Davis family is upstream, and once they move down the river, they can travel very quickly!

Although the main force is on the battlefield, a detachment of about a hundred men can easily bypass the battlefield for a patrol, reaching the territory of the Lower Green Forest, and even launch a surprise attack on the castle!

"But if the surprise attack is discovered, it will be useless."

What Allen needs to do is simple: find a place on the river that is easy to defend but hard to attack, set up camp, and establish a river checkpoint!

This way, if the Davis family makes a move, the small force for the surprise attack will have no chance of success!

Even if it turns out to be a false alarm and he bears the name of cowardice, it doesn't matter; he has no intention of inheriting the family business!

And avoiding a fight is naturally better.

"This way, the family's weakness is compensated for, and the Davis family can only fight hard on the battlefield, right?"

"Thinking further, perhaps there are traitors within the territory? But as long as there is no outside help, it shouldn't be a big problem, at least the castle will be safe..."

Allen spat out the grass stem in his mouth, suddenly feeling a bit too devious?

Or perhaps, in this era, with a culture and education similar to the Middle Ages, the nobles are still naive and not as devious as he is?

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Allen looked at Eight Fingers and Sanchez: "How do you feel? Do you resent me for taking you away from the battlefield and losing the chance to gain spoils of war?"

"No, sir, we are very grateful to you!"

Sanchez hurriedly bowed.

He was telling the truth. Spoils of war are for the nobles and knights. Their wish is simple: to survive!

Being able to leave the battlefield is naturally the best.

'If my guess is correct, the danger here is no less than on the battlefield...'

Allen muttered to himself, turning a bend in the river, his eyes suddenly brightening.

Ahead, the Mother River made a large bend, and this place is the boundary between the Lower Green Forest and the Upper Green Forest.

Not only that, but in the center of the wide river, there is a sandstone island, about four to five meters higher than the surrounding area.

"Perfect, this is the place."

Allen observed the surrounding geography and was quite satisfied: "We will set up a river checkpoint here to guard against ships from upstream... By the way, does this place have a name?"

A group of illiterates looked at each other, and finally, Green hesitated and said: "It seems to be called... Widow's Bay?"

...

In the dream.

Allen Sotos once again felt the energy of the mysterious unit.

'Use it all to strengthen myself.'

He issued a command in his mind.

In the next instant, a cool sensation darted through his consciousness.

He was already familiar with this scene, but what followed was different.

Allen felt that the cool sensation suddenly became unbearably hot, as if scalding hot water was being poured into his brain!

Pain!

The intense pain almost made him lose the ability to maintain consciousness. If he had a body, he would have been rolling on the ground and screaming.

Snap!

In the endless delirium, his memory was jolted, as if a gap had been forcibly pried open.

A flood of memories surged forth!

He felt like a mere observer, and his memories began to trace back, showing him his childhood, even back to when he was 1 year old, 6 months old, and just born...

The flood of memories didn't stop there; it continued to go back...

It was a darkness, then a light.

That was... the memory of his previous life!

"How is this like hyperthymesia..."

Allen muttered, suddenly reciting a scientific paper he had glanced at in college.

But now, he could recite it word for word!

"Photographic memory? Have I... finally crossed a threshold and achieved extraordinary mental abilities?"

Over the years, Allen's memories of his previous life had become very vague.

But now, it's as if a library has been added to his mind, with records of any information he has seen!

"Amazing, I wonder if this ability can be brought back to reality. Perhaps when I wake up, the memories will become vague again, but it doesn't matter... I can learn slowly in my dreams, so... this has finally given me some benefits?"

A smile appeared on Allen's face.

At this moment, his expression changed.

A bone-chilling sensation, like a cold hand gripping his heart, suddenly overwhelmed him.

"Danger!"

"No... not here!"

"It's... the me in the real world who is in danger?"

...

The night was quiet.

In the tent.

Allen opened his eyes, and the bone-chilling sensation instantly disappeared.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be... the me in the dream who is in danger? No, the me in the dream has already returned, and that world can no longer harm me."

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned over, and began to think carefully.

"This time, I finally awakened my dream self, gaining the abilities of [Extraordinary Memory] and [Danger Sense]... Then, I felt danger? It seems to come from reality..."

Allen took a deep breath: "If the danger is in the dream, going back would be walking into a trap. If the danger is in reality..."

He gripped his cross sword and secretly slipped out of the tent.

Since he had not taken off his outer clothes during the march, he could move quickly and easily.

Outside the tent, the moonlight was hazy.

Beyond a few bonfires, Sanchez and the others were sleeping soundly, and even the night watchman was nowhere to be seen.

"Something's wrong!"

Allen's eyes narrowed, and he went to the edge of the camp, looking into the distance.

Under the hazy moonlight, vague figures seemed to be crawling on the ground, slowly approaching!

"Attackers!"

Allen took a deep breath, immediately turned around, found Eight Fingers, and covered his mouth.

Eight Fingers struggled but couldn't make a sound. Then he opened his eyes and saw Allen.

"Don't make a sound, there's an enemy attack."

Allen's voice was cold: "We need to wake the others and prepare for battle!"