"Ouch, I'm sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I? Mr. Andrew."
A piece of mud was thrown on his face. The soldier who threw the shovel smiled and apologized to Andrew.
Andrew's face was covered with mud.
He didn't get angry or answer.
He took the claw shovel to reclaim the drain channels one by one.
"Young man, we are comrades in arms. Why do you bully him?" The old man who had just helped Andrew said.
The soldiers snorted, "Sir, he is Andrew. We are not lucky to have such a nobleman as our teammate."
"Andrew?"
The man looked at Andrew's back in astonishment.
Of course, he had heard of this name.
Everyone here knew the name, Andrew.
Killed Stout and lead the team to kill two thousand armies.
The young man in front of him, who was bullied but didn't fight back, was demon Andrew?
The old man couldn't believe it.
Bang.
A piece of mud hit the back of Andrew's head.
Suppressing his anger, Andrew shook off the mud on the back of his head.
He looked back.