Thor didn't want to be in the limelight, let alone impulsively, and the duel had already been decided before he returned to the monastery.

If he had a choice, Thor would not have been willing to make such a foolish shame as inviting him to a duel.

But there is no way, there are too many restraints for orphans, and only this absurd method with a strong sense of personal ritual can quickly solve their current concerns.

Now that he was going back to the convent, Thor knew he was going to end up in this endless and boring battle between children. So he had to solve this trouble all at once, because he had even crazier things to do.

Valer, who started the trouble, was not an important player, and Lorton, the son of the blacksmith, was the core of that camp.

Thor believed that since Loton was the leader of a force, he must have more or less such a thing as 'reputation' in his heart, and now that he had provoked the reputation of the other party, he should be able to fight, Thor thought.

What happened next was nothing more than two outcomes.

In the first case, Lorton engages and the duel takes place as scheduled, then there is a fight.

The other, more likely, is that the duel simply won't fight. Thor deliberately set the duel in an open space in the backyard, and agreed that both sides would bring weapons, which was obviously impossible for everyone to come to their senses and think about it.

The living quarters of the backyard were not out of the confines of the monastery, and as soon as the news spread, the upper echelons of the monastery categorically did not allow anyone to use force in the monastery.

This is exactly what Thor wants, and his purpose is not to fight for victory, but to show the hairy boys that he is tough.

Even if it can't achieve the deterrent effect, as long as in the next period of time, Lorton restrains his little dogs and legs from harassing him again out of the dignity of a leader, and this is enough.

In the crowd, Rianna lifted her slender eyelashes and glanced at Thor's not-so-strong figure by the well.

He seemed to have changed a little after the disaster, first of all, the clothes he was wearing, although it was only a very ordinary fabric, at least neat and no longer worn. Besides, he seems to have grown a little taller, Rianna thought.

Not just Thor, in fact Ryana knew every child in the monastery, orphans or townspeople, and knew their names and general personalities.

Of course, this realization is only one-sided, and her identity is destined that she will not talk to anyone at will or get closer to each other.

Although taking over the family affairs too early gave Ruianna a vaguely mature femininity, she still belonged to the category of children before the coming-of-age ceremony, and was at an age where she was interested in everything.

Feith, who was standing in the center of the other group of children, did not have much fluctuation in his expression, but a faint smile curled into the corner of his mouth.

"An orphan who has nothing to rely on survives the plague and famine, let me guess, maybe he rescued some mercenary in distress, learned a little from the other party, and then challenged the old child king....... ”

"Well, although it's an old-fashioned story, it's a good show to relieve boredom when it happens. ”

The young man with the long sword at his waist beside Faith lowered his head slightly, a look of listening. After listening to Feith's soliloquy, he didn't say anything, straightened up and returned to his duties as a guard.

Thor's figure had disappeared from the kitchen, but the children in the clearing were still talking.

Many people think that Thor is a little different, but in fact, they have never really understood Thor before, after all, Thor has always been a ghostly existence in the eyes of everyone in the past, and people have long been accustomed to equating silence and forbearance with cowardice.

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At the end of the day's hard work, it was almost nightfall, and the backyard of the monastery was silent.

Thor poked his head out of the backyard kitchen to look around cautiously, then walked towards the cemetery with a cloth bag carrying the food he had stolen.

As soon as he turned the corner, he saw Hughes pouting and pressing his face against the wall of the wood room.

With just one glance, Thor knew what this little haunted monastery was doing.

The convent's firewood room was spacious, and behind the walls was a bathing place for the newly recruited nuns. Some nuns also wait until everyone has rested before bathing, so that they can enjoy a moment of peace alone.

The sound of footsteps startled Shogues, who glanced back nervously, and when he saw that it was Thor, he turned his gaze back with a serious face to continue his voyeurism.

"You really don't have any weight in your life. Thor teased and stepped forward.

Shogues turned his head to glare at Thor with a look of what you know.

"These lonely chests! These peaks are stacked with murderous beauty...... Forget it, there's no point in talking to a stone monster like you, how can you possibly experience this mysterious art. ”

Thor couldn't help but laugh, he was used to the unscrupulous words of the little tramp in his moments of excitement, and he didn't bother to care about the strange descriptions mixed in Hughgoth's admiring words.

Walking forward, Thor dragged Hughes to another wall around the corner, despite his struggles, and after raising his hand to tear off a cloud of seemingly naturally growing weeds on the wall, Thor flicked his chin at Thurges against the faintly shiny crack in the wall.

“...... Wow!"

Hughes hesitated, and just as he leaned his head closer, he let out an exclamation.

This side is actually frontal, and there is a real unobstructed view.

He glanced back at Thor in shock, his lips twitched a few times but he didn't say anything, and quickly turned back so as not to waste the good time.

Shogues, with his hands and feet outstretched, was lying on the wall like a gecko, his head pressed against the wall, as if he wanted to get through the cracks in the wall.

After indulging for a long time, he remembered Thor who was left to the side, and reluctantly turned back.

"Or ...... Shall I let you watch it for a moment?"

Thor rolled his eyes speechlessly, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, and he could only walk away.

"Remember to plant the grass back. ”

After Thor left, Hughes silently turned his head and stared thoughtfully at the back of the man carrying the cloth bag.

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Late at night, Shogues came to the bottom of the well.

In the flickering candlelight, Thor was busy going back and forth between the piles of refining tools.

Nothing has changed much in the well, and the four of them once spent a cold winter here, but that good time is now a memory.

Shogues leaned against the wall with his hands folded and stared at Thor.

"How sure are you about Lorton?"

"Nope. Thor shook the liquid from the inferior crystal bottle for the purpose of mixing.

"Actually, you don't have to take any risks, I can ask the people of the guild to come forward and easily settle this kind of trivial matter. ”

"So don't you like me?"

"Lorton is not simple, it is said that he often followed his father's mercenary friends to the wilderness to train, and he should be far more experienced in actual combat than you and me. Even if it was me, I didn't dare to say how sure I was with him. ”

Xiugues changed his usual playfulness, and his tone was full of worry.

Duels are not a fight between children, once the real sword is on the field, it will be bloody in the end.

Thor tilted his head, smiled and patted Shogues on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I know very well that my strength is not enough. Maybe the result will be a little embarrassing, but I am still confident that I will not die, so what does it matter if I am really defeated and admitting defeat decisively. ”

"Besides, since you care about me so much, you will have to work hard for the next few days before the duel comes. ”

The corners of Shogues' eyes twitched twice, and a helpless wry smile appeared on his face.

In the end, he still couldn't escape the fate of sparring, and since he was preparing for a duel, it is conceivable that the training intensity must be hellish.

Raising his hand to hand Shogues a light green potion, Thor changed the subject.

"This is the healing potion I tried to configure, but the materials left of Old Buddy Moore are limited, and it is estimated that there are not many final products, and there are some other antidotes and insect repellent drugs and the like. ”

During the cold of winter, Thor and Shogues once went to the residence of Bardy Moore, the only apothecary in town, and in addition to bringing back some air-dried herb materials, they also turned over the recipes of various basic potions in an old diary.

Thor has been experimenting on and off since then, and only now that Grey Curtain has restored order, has he begun to let go of the formulation.

Shogues took the potion in disbelief, approached the candle flame with a solemn face, and shook it.

"Well, the colors are very close, how is the effect?"

"The effect has yet to be verified, but I am sure that the old Buddy Moore will be restored, or even better than the original. Because I found that the old guy may have cut corners in order to grab more profits when he was preparing before, and I made some slight corrections to this. ”

Healing potions are mainly consumables for wilderness adventurers, and the people who usually hide in the town don't have much chance of getting hurt.

As for the effect, Thor is not too worried, because he is formulated according to the steps and mixing ratios on the formula, unless the formula itself is fake.

"In addition, I have inquired, and there are no apothecaries among the merchants who came to Grey Curtain with the lord's army this time. ”

After listening to Thor's words, Shogues frowned and paced back and forth at the bottom of the well, lost in thought.

He knew very well that if Grey Curtain went back to the situation of a few years ago without apothecaries, it would mean a huge business opportunity.