"Addams, it's Addams who is back, great, the knight lord drove away that group of devils......"

"Praise be to the Goddess, we can finally live a peaceful life again. ”

In a daze, Adams heard the faint sound of people talking in his ears, and he jerked up from the haystack and stared in amazement at the people who were wrapping him in a circle.

As if noticing his awakening, the conversation gradually stopped, and instead their eyes swept straight over him, as if to find some missing part of his body.

"Great, little Adams, you're back safely," Aunt Mary threw herself up and gave him a heavy hug, which made his shoulder ache and make him hiss.

"I'm really worried about you," Aunt Mary lovingly rubbed Adams' messy blonde hair, ignoring Adams' resistance, "I pray to the goddess every day for your peace"

"Okay Mary, Adams has just escaped from the cultists, and is still weak and in need of recuperation, Jim has gone to cook you broth, I don't want my apprentice to be too weak to work all the time", said Mary's husband, Jill, the blacksmith, whose well-developed tendons and flesh shone in the sunlight.

Mary reluctantly let go of Adams and glared hatefully at her husband, who bared his snow-white teeth and showed Adams what he thought was a handsome and sunny smile, but it was a pity that the smile that the big man with a meaty face struggled to squeeze out was a little scary to others.

Fortunately, Adams was accustomed to this, and cast a grateful glance at the blacksmith, who gave him a thumbs up in understanding.

When Adams fled from the kingdom of Bartow a year and a half ago, it was this kind and amiable couple who took him in and taught him the art of smelting metal and forging tools.

The Jill couple took good care of Adams as if they were their own children, which made their children Jim a little jealous, but the children's grudges came and went quickly, and soon after a fight, the two became good friends who talked about everything.

After greeting the people in the town one after another, the crowd gathered here finally gradually dispersed, and Adams suddenly felt a little like crying, whether it was working day and night on the earth, or fleeing in the Kingdom of Bato, he was always in despair and exhaustion endlessly, and only then did he cherish this simple warmth even more.

Just as he was lamenting his origins, Jim walked into the apprentice's room with a steaming bowl of broth.

"Yo, isn't this our hero," Jim whistled lightly, placing the broth casually on the humble wooden table beside him.

Unlike old Jill's roughness, Jim is handsome, with a long figure, a pair of deep eyes and a little ruffian tiger teeth that have fascinated many young girls with a young age, and is the common dream lover of many girls in the town, with a long sword in one hand, and even the militia captain once said that Jim is the most talented swordsman he has ever met.

Unfortunately, the blacksmith's family didn't have much spare money to hire a swordsmanship teacher in the city, and Jim was unwilling to inherit his father's business and continue to be a blacksmith, spending his days outside idle.

He always shouted that he wanted to go to the city to find a master of swordsmanship to learn swords, and later he made meritorious achievements and became a knight of the kingdom, and took his family to live in the most beautiful house in the city.

So in fact, old Jill also has a headache for this precious son.

"Why, did those cultists tell you about your father? Jim patted his ass and sat down at the haystack beside Adams with a big grin.

"Cultists?" Adams asked, somewhat puzzled

"It's those refugees who ran away from your hometown," Jim looked at him, and continued, "The mayor must say that they are a cultist, and because the militia team has been beaten back, I originally wanted to go to you, but the mayor of the town did not agree, and must go to the city to bring rescuers." ”

Adams remembered that there really was such a, but he wasn't there at the time, it was just hearsay.

Jim spat disdainfully and said, "I understand, the old guy of the militia captain is afraid of losing face, so he insists on saying that it is a cultist, hey, who doesn't know that the militia is a group of peasants who stand guard all day long, and I can beat them alone, um~, seven or eight." ”

Adams didn't believe in his friends' nonsense, and the peasants were true, but seven or eight sturdy men were by no means easy to deal with

Then Jim became a little excited, "Hey, have you seen that guy taking the lead, good guy, almost three meters tall, I guess, it's him, punching one punch at a time, beating the militia team to the point that his nose and face are swollen." ”

Drinking the fragrant broth, Adams felt a warm current slide down his esophagus into his stomach pouch, and then towards his limbs, and soon, his whole body became warm. He hiccups in satisfaction, but his mind is full of strange things that have happened before.

Why did he go to the cemetery, and why did he go to them after the mayor announced that the other party was a cultist? No, it was impossible for such a timid person before him to take such a big risk to find the other party. Could it really be some unknowable mysterious force at work?

He immediately recalled what he had seen in the cemetery, and a chill suddenly rose from behind Adams's spine, could it be that those people were really cultists, preparing some terrible ritual, and that he had unfortunately become that sacrifice?

Adams didn't speak for a long time, his whole body and mind were immersed in thought, but Jim on the side didn't care, just thought he was tasting the deliciousness of the broth, after all, for civilians, the broth is not delicious at all times.

Jim excitedly said, "Then someone came to the city, and a guy who was said to be a Templar, hey, I sneaked to see him at the time, and wanted to know what this big guy looked like." ”

Adams had some understanding, it turned out that the traces of the fight were left like this, and it seemed that he was probably saved by the Templars sent by the city of Tahrir, but where did the Templar go, and why did he wake up when there was no one around?

He thought like this, but Jim next to him continued to gush: "Hey, let me tell you, this legendary big man is not as handsome as me, and when I become a knight of the kingdom, I will definitely be much more popular than him, and how many girls will be sad for me at night?" Hearing this, Adams really couldn't help it, and a mouthful of broth squirted out, splashing everywhere, causing Jim next to him to move half of his body to the side in disgust, and muttered that it was shameful to waste.

Licking his slightly dry lips, Jim continued unashamedly, "I think that knight seems to really have something, there is a kind of temperament that I don't know how to describe, and I fight very well at a glance, hey buddy, temperament, temperament know, only a future knight with great talent like me can see it." ”

Looking at Jim chewing his tongue with disdain, Adams immediately described the crisp wounds on the green-robed body in the cemetery to his friend, trying to make the guy realize how ridiculous his boasting was, and how loud he was in front of a real warrior.

But Adams knew he had done something wrong, and when Jim's sparkling eyes stared at him, he was undoubtedly silently telling him how interested he was in the battle.

"Let's go, take me to see", Jim stared at Adams intently, one hand had already grabbed Adams's thin arm, and he was about to walk out the door.

Sighing, Adams thought of a proverb from another world.

Self-inflicted sins can't live, and that's probably the story described