As a very popular "literati" in the army, Tolkien received special care and owned his own tent. This kind of treatment is usually only available to the battalion commander. However, in order to keep the tent, he had to do one thing for all the soldiers: write letters for them.

Zhao Mai has read the letters he wrote, which are concise and full of emotion. A few simple common words can form an artistic conception, just like sketches in paintings. He does not use complex and profound words. Although the expression will be more moving and accurate, it also increases the difficulty of reading. At the same time, he also wrote telegrams for soldiers. When each letter is charged, his writing knowledge can truly show value.

"In addition to this, I will also write letters to the soldiers of other troops. Now I know why I can enter and exit the camp freely, right?" Tolkien put down his pencil, rubbed his already painful wrist, and looked back at Zhao Mai behind him. He had been sitting cross-legged on the ground and motionless for more than two hours. At first, Tolkien thought this was some strange sleeping position, but later he undoubtedly found that Zhao Mai was not asleep and could still answer his questions, so he immediately named this state as trance and recorded it in his inspiration book.

"When will we go to England?" Zhao Mai returned from the green dream and returned to his normal breathing. Practicing the use of natural force near the battlefield made him uncomfortable, like forcing himself to eat next to a stinking garbage dump. But in the barracks, in full view, he had nothing else to do except meditate and enter the green dream. "I have seen too many battlefields and now I just want to stay on the island for a while. Do you have any plans?"

"We set out in three days, pass through Paris and head to Le Havre. If it goes well, within twenty days you will sit on the ferry to England." Tolkien was confident: "We will get off at Portsmouth and head north to London. But I really want to invite you to visit my home in Oxford, where the apple pie made by Edith is the best in the world."

"That is to say, in three days, you will have nothing to do in the military camp, and you can control your own itinerary, including going home?"

"That's right. The postal man will come the morning after tomorrow and take away all the letters, so I don't have to take a detour to help them carry the letters. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's pretty good. I'm thinking that I'll just drive you away. Moreover, I'm very willing to visit your house. If you can't reunite with your wife before going to the magic school, it would be a bit cruel." The English Channel was not very deep, let alone far. "The che" just drove past the seabed, and there weren't undersea tunnels between Britain and France in later generations.

"Thank you for your understanding. But now I'm going to start having a headache again. Will I tell Edith?" Tolkien lit his pipe, the fire was bright and dark, and the smoke rose. "I can't imagine that if I go home, I'll say to her: Dear, I'm going to learn magic and be a wizard. Will I be greeted with a hug or a tea face."

"I only care about the temperature of the tea." Zhao Mai and Tolkien laughed together.

While they were chatting, a noise came from outside. "Catch a spy! Traitor!" someone shouted outside. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Mai heard a sound similar to a wolf roar, and the banging sound of a butt pounding the head of a butt.

The reserve grain twig rose up, turned his ears, and then lay down again. "It said it was not a wolf." Xiaohua walked out of the pot while wearing black pajamas and yawning. "Isn't it dawn yet?"

"It's almost dark!" Zhao Mai shook his head. Since Westeros, Xiaohua has been practicing sharing control of her body with Adu, so she is always very tired and often sleeps dark. However, this is also beneficial. She persists in Adu's body for longer and longer, and Adu is also adapting more and more. In the past, he carried Bran on his back, but now he is holding a flowerpot.

"Mike, what kind of spy did you say that after being caught, they didn't shout but instead howled?" Tolkien said suddenly: "I suddenly thought of werewolf. Are you interested in checking it?"

"Werewolf? There is indeed such a possibility. Go together!" Zhao Mai immediately stood up. A bunch of food was followed by him: Adu and Dojian, they always act together.

They lifted the tent and saw a team of French soldiers escorting a strong man with a naked upper body. They could only tell from his pants that it was the uniform of the Canadian army. This was a young man with equal muscles and hair. Although he was tightly bound by iron chains, four people still needed to barely control his movements.

"Look! His wound is recovering! God, this is a devil!" A soldier shouted in horror: "Prince! Father! Who should go and inform the priest quickly!"

"Where are so many devils in this world?!" Major Rupert, who is also the highest commander of the camp, said: "Please him into the iron cage of the military kennel and send three people to guard it day and night. If he dares to escape or cause trouble, shoot him to death."

"Bastard, you have the ability to shoot!" The man roared: "Come on! I don't want to live anymore, just shoot me in the head!"

"Crazy." The major shook his head, with a hint of pity in his eyes. But he still said, "Closing him out and calming him down. Then who caught him? Report it in my office immediately, I want to know the details."

The cage used for detention is not big, but is actually prepared for large military dogs, so it seems very cramped to use it to lock people. The man locked up calmed down instead. The iron chain on his body was removed, but he was still wearing handcuffs. Two soldiers looked at him with long spears and said, "Don't play tricks! The spy will only be tried, and if you try to escape, you will be beaten to death. You know what to choose!"

"You don't have the courage to hit me." The man sneered: "I suggest you better let me go, otherwise I will definitely break your neck when I leave."

A soldier raised his gun and was about to give him a gun, and the person in the cage showed his neck and waited for him: "Come on, use some strength, little girl!"

"There is no need to be as knowledgeable as a madman." Another guard persuaded: "He was just afraid of the torture of trial and did not have the courage to commit suicide, so he wanted to use our hands to complete it. Hey, Mr. Tolkien, you are here!"

"I'll check out the prisoners and collect some material for my press release." Tolkien said with a smile: "This is such a fool. There are no Canadian troops around at all. It would be strange if he ran out like this and was not caught!"

"Who said no?" said the guard, "I heard from Donald that this fool was wearing a Canadian military uniform, but when he saw us, he turned around and ran away, as if we were Germans. I think he forgot the role he was going to play, so he was so stupid! Donald shot him and knocked him down. But I didn't see the gunshot wound, so Donald must be bragging, and he was scared to fall down, a coward, haha!"

"Ignorance bastard!" said the man in the cage: "You are dead!"

"Shut up the prisoner!"
Chapter completed!