very large bundle of all sorts of things lying around there, there were also four tents around a fireplace.


They seemed to consist of tarpaulins that were smeared with oil, these were stretched with cords between individual small trunks, and attached to the side with small pegs.


When they finally got to this camp, Karina immediately went to this fireplace, and lit a fire with her strange murmur, and a hand interpretation.




All four people went to individual bundles and tried various cooking utensils, dried (with a humidity of over 80%), salted meat and relatively fresh fruit over the fire.

Son Goten didn't pay attention, he went to one side, into the corner and just sat down in the damp grass, his suit was water-repellent.


Now it was time to ponder how he could get back.


He didn't want to stay here, but where should he go?


Was he even able to go anywhere?


These people were scary to him, he glanced at them.


Everyone had finished the preparations, simply put various pots on the fire and put something in them.


Now they took off their armor, he understood, who would want to eat, sleep in a tin can, stay in it at all, during this heat?




Azrael, apparently, because he had just sat cross-legged, arms folded like he was praying.


Wiglaf, on the other hand, had a second armor under his armor.


His shoes were made of the fur of a very large animal, they went almost to the knees, on the feet, and metal was stretched on the front of the lower legs, as well as on the outside of the thigh (here with two straps).

Furthermore, he wore a kind of massive leather clothing (suede, what are you thinking about), the shoulders were protected with curved metal plates, his arms were free.


All he had left on his head was a dark ponytail from the middle, the rest was shaved off.


The expression on his face was grim and he seemed ready at all times.


In addition, he had huge muscles that stretched tightly over his broad body.


Nathalia was a few inches shorter than Karina, but otherwise she looked nothing like her.


She looked cold, not hardened, but as if she had been taught to be like that, and she still had to learn why, but would stick to her training.


Her upper body was only "protected" by an iron top, which was only closed at the back by a leather strap below the chest.


It very conspicuously emphasized her attractive figure, and was mainly in the breast area.

She wore a kind of sturdy pantyhose, on which not only two samurai swords similar weapons hung, but were pulled over the light but sturdy metal boots that went up to the knees and had protection over the front thighs.


Also noticeable was that everything she was wearing was decorated with a strange pattern.


Her hair was black and partly hung in her face.


They had put down their glove-like weapons, but their movements indicated that they were also trained in unarmed hand-to-hand combat.




Son Goten turned his head back to the ground, drew up his knees, and wrapped his arms around them.


His thoughts wandered home again, it was the second time that he could really think about what a mess he had gotten into.


The last time he was too hurt, too tired and too hungry to really grasp everything.


He was also distracted, injured, tired, and hungry right now, but he thought less about food than he expected.

Rather, he wondered if he would ever go to school again, his mother would also wonder where he was, everyone would, he thought about what they would do.


How did he get here?


This question only touched him casually, but while he was still imagining how everyone would miss him, the question came more and more to the fore.


This was another dimension, he couldn't find anyone he knew.


Although, maybe he should check everything again.


He closed his eyes, focused on everything he saw.


He hardly noticed auras of strong beings, which did not surprise him, at great distances he could not make out people he did not know, so he could not see into the distance.


But something worried him, he noticed dark beings, it couldn't be described any better.


They just seemed to feel hatred.


One could only seldom determine the disposition of a being by means of its aura, only when it felt an abyssal, lasting hatred, one could guess it.

And there were plenty of them here.


Suddenly a happy, amused voice rang out next to him: "Hey Son Goten, did you fall asleep?


The food is ready."


Karina had crouched down next to him and almost whispered in his ear, so she was all the more surprised when Son Goten jumped up, and hungry, Son Goku naive, called: "Where's the food, get it, I'm really hungry."


Karina got up, slowly got up, she was exhausted, although she had already had a healing drink while Son Goten had "slept", but afterwards she would love to sleep, even if that might be a while longer.


She said with a smile: "Come with me, there is more than enough there, five barbarians would be fed up with them.


She turned and strode forward to the fire, where her companions were already standing.


Son Goten followed slowly, these others were not exactly monsters to him.


He disliked their dark and, above all, suspicious look, they hadn't asked any questions, and he hoped to be spared of it until after dinner, maybe even until after a good night's sleep.

The grass around the fire had been trampled flat, and there were probably a dozen metal bowls and pots and others made of baked clay with food in them, mostly baked fruit and roasted meat.


Karina sat cross-legged in front of the fire, the others followed suit, and Son Goten also sat down after a moment's hesitation.


Nobody made anything to eat, Son Goten not out of respect for his hosts, and not because they wanted to see how he reacts.


Nobody seemed to want to start, everyone sat there and didn't move.


Finally, the increasingly uncomfortable silence was consistently ended by someone from whom one would not have expected it.


(You can guess three times, who intervenes whenever everyone is at the table and nobody starts?)


Son Goten's stomach growled loudly and audibly, Karina suppressed a grin and said, still with a smile in her voice: "Well, if everyone is so hungry, we should better start to eat something."

Wiglaf, spoke now too, but without Karina's friendliness and without humor: "Yes, let's start the meal."


Without further ado, he grabbed a bowl and began to snare, it was quite a lot, and he ate quickly, immediately afterwards everyone took a pot, everyone ate with his fingers, including Son Goten, did not bother looking for cutlery to search.


Within a few minutes his first bowl was empty, he took a second, then a third, when he was finished with this one, the others had their first bowl empty, and leaned back full, only Wiglaf had started a second.


Son Goten asked, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment: "Can I have more?


I'm still hungry. "


Everyone nodded, except for Wiglaf, who silently pulled a third bowl towards him.


Son Goten had already emptied three bowls, so it was better not to take any chances.


His caution paid off when he was halfway through the second, Son Goten had started with the last three, when he finished it, Son Goten had finished with the sixth, his voracity was restored.

Wiglaf also took the third bowl, while keeping an eye on Son Goten, he had put on a "I'm terribly hungry" dog-eye.


Wiglaf did not allow himself to be softened by this, and although his stomach ached by now (there was a whole lot in the bowls) he ate the whole bowl empty.


Then he said, again with a barely perceptible distrust in his voice: "If you want you can go to sleep now, tomorrow we will talk about everything."


He threw Karina an intense, but brief look, which Goten noticed, but attached no importance to it.


After the meal was over, Son Goten simply asked the group: "Where should we sleep?


I mean there are four tents here, do you have one in reserve? "


Wiglaf looked at him concentrated, only his tremendous concentration could be seen in his face, the other expressions were indistinguishable.


Before he could say anything, Karina answered in a somehow soothing voice, because Son Goten felt uncomfortable under this look: "You can sleep in my tent, I still have a spare tent, and you are more seriously injured than me."

Son Goten nodded, he had already noticed that her injuries had disappeared, as well as those of the others.


She got up and walked to one of the tents, when she arrived there, she turned back the tarpaulin, and Son Goten could see that the floor was covered almost everywhere with a blanket, at one edge there was another rolled-up blanket.


Then she said in a very low voice: "Sleep well, Son Goten."


He nodded, slipped into the tent, and covered himself with the blanket to finally sleep.


He breathed more slowly and fell asleep almost immediately, with the strange smell of Karina on his nose.




She, however, waited until he fell asleep and then went back to the fire.


Even though Son Goten fell asleep quickly, the whole thing lasted more than five minutes, she let the tent canvas be pulled back slightly so that they could watch his sleep.


Meanwhile no one had moved by the fire.


All three waited for Karina to return.

She sat down again, she hadn't planned to go to sleep right away, a consultation had to be held about what Son Goten was and what he