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The little squire stood in the middle of the road, measuring the dilapidated village in front of him, and patiently listening to what the long-winded village chief was muttering to himself.

"Well, I see—anyway, a bunch of robbers are coming to rob you, aren't they?" said the little squire, with a patient smile on his face, but he interrupted the village chief who wanted to continue, "When the time comes, you can hide in the house and don't come out, and we'll take care of the rest." ”

"Also, while my knight master is more than happy to help you, it's definitely not free. ”

"Thank you so much, thank you so much, good people like you will be blessed by the Holy Cross, my dead uncle often ......" The village chief who was grateful to Dade kept bowing and thanking him, as if he hadn't heard what he said, and wanted to fool the matter.

Well, at least I reminded ...... The little squire shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked to the sleepy old knight on his horse: "Lord Leonardo, they agreed." ”

When he heard this, the old knight seemed to have just woken up, and got off his horse with sleepy eyes, and walked towards the village with his wine bag in his hand, and threw down only one sentence: "Remember to lead the horse." And he left on his own.

The little squire, who had scratched his head, shrugged his shoulders and dragged the panting old horse behind him towards the village, as if this was not the first time this had happened. Beneath the messy ponytail hair is a face that is too ordinary to be ordinary. Only the eyes, which were as black as his hair, gave him a little more of a stranger mystery.

In a sense, yes, but more distant than the "foreign country" - although it was a distant thing for the little squire, he still remembered that he had come here from another world, another world entirely.

But what is going on? Maybe it's just a dream, but when I woke up, I already appeared alone in this world, and then I was met by the old knight Leonardo and became a "white pick-up" squire.

The little squire, who had been wandering around with the old knight for two or three years, knew very well that if he left alone, he would either be served as dinner in the wilderness by wild beasts or monsters, or his head would be cut off by wandering robbers.

Leonardo was a vagabond knight - of course, this is just a nice way to put it, and it's actually no different from a vagabond or a mercenary. With no source of livelihood and no other means of livelihood, he could only ride a thin and small old horse to wander around, relying on a sword to eat, and live a precarious life.

And in order to avoid the two of them going hungry together, with some memories of their previous lives, the little squire who is still good at socializing even had to start acting as an "intermediary", negotiating terms with others for the old knight Leonardo, and the other party seemed to be happy.

And this time...... Although the little squire didn't believe the village chief's words from the bottom of his heart, he still had to agree to the other party's commission—otherwise they would have to sleep in the wilderness tonight.

Bringing the horse to the stable, he skillfully fastened the reins to the beams, and removed the saddle and luggage—two or three years had made him master everything a squire should learn, especially after a rather bad-tempered knight master.

Behind him, there was the sound of Suosuo's footsteps, and the little attendant, who had just been packing his luggage, immediately stopped, and pressed his right hand on the hilt of the short sword at his waist. Although the old knight hadn't taught him much how to use a sword, the squire knew some basics, especially after he found that his perception was quite sensitive.

"Ahem, you're the knight's attendant, right?" The villager who coughed lightly sneakily walked over from the back of the little squire, hunched over and looked around with some vigilance: "Where has the knight gone?"

"I don't know, I'm just a waiter. The little squire shook his head, his right hand still resting on the hilt of the short sword, but he still said very politely, "May I ask you something?"

"Hey, don't be so nervous, I just kindly wanted to remind you. The villager smirked, but looked even more nervous than the little attendant: "Are you planning to spend the night in the village?"

"Of course, is there anywhere else around here?"

"Then listen to me and persuade the knight lord not to go against those robbers. The villager lowered his voice, glared at the little attendant, and said, "Just don't see anything, wait until tomorrow and leave quickly!"

"Thank you for the reminder. The little squire let go of the hilt of his sword, which he couldn't quite understand, but he tried not to show it as much as possible: "But...... Those robbers are coming to rob you, and maybe they're going to kill you, don't you care?"

"That's something we can't help but do, we're just so miserable. The villagers pretended not to care and said, "Besides, what if you drive them away, won't there be other robbers here?"

He didn't tell the truth, this was the little squire's first feeling, but he didn't have any reason to refute it, and if he pressed it, the other party would definitely not answer him, so he nodded: "Okay, I'll relay what you said, but whether he listens or not is another matter." ”

"Thank you, but it's also for your own good. The villager nodded, pretending to be calm and stretched out his right hand: "My name is Martin, may I ask what is your name?"

"Just call me Loren. The little squire shook his hand, and continued to pack his luggage, but the corner of his eye never left this "Martin". The villagers looked left and right, sneakily slipped, and soon disappeared from Loren's vision.

What is hidden in this village, or what is the secret? The diametrically opposed attitudes of the old village chief and the villager named Martin towards the robbers made Loren feel a little unnatural.

Maybe it was a mistake to promise the village chief, and while it would be nice to be able to stay in a roofed house for one night, it would be necessary to take unnecessary risks.

Loren was quite satisfied with his situation, and although he wandered around with the old knight all day, at least he didn't have to worry about his life and his livelihood—if he could, he still wanted to maintain the status quo as much as possible, rather than change anything.

Carrying his luggage, Loren walked towards the church in the center of the village, which was the only decent place in the entire Wild Dog Village, which was actually a small stone church. But apart from the statue of the Holy Cross in the center of the church, there is not even a single priest.

The old knight sat on a church chair, drinking the wine he had brought, with the food from the old village chief beside him, his gray beard stained pale yellow with wine and bread crumbs, and his sword on his lap—the old knight was on full guard despite resting.

"Why did it take you that long?"

"Nothing, just met a guy at the stables. Seeing the old knight frowning, Loren explained, and then took the opportunity to repeat what had just happened from beginning to end.

At first, the old knight was still listening carefully, but soon waved his hand disdainfully: "It's not a big deal, I've seen a lot of this kind of country idiot, it's just a coward, don't worry about anything at all!"

The old knight sneered sharply, so that Loren could only echo and nodded, but still cautiously reminded: "But...... Don't you think it's weird at all?"

"Weird fart, I think you're just thinking too much!" The drunken Leonardo took another sip of wine: "You kid who doesn't know where you came from, you just like to think cranky, if you are as timid as you, then you simply want to be a knight!"

"I understand......" Loren still gave up and continued to persuade, obviously no matter what he said, his knight master would not take it to heart, so he could only keep it in his heart, and then be as careful as possible.

The old knight, who had had enough of his drink, leaned to the side, closed his eyes and took a nap. Loren was left alone at the door of the church, looking at the sun still shining brightly in the sky.

He had a hunch that tonight would be very long.