Time passed, and the night deepened.

The breath of death drew a few scavenging crows from the forest around the village, and the birds, known as scavengers, waited for the figures of the living to disperse and then descend from the air or from the eaves of the houses to enjoy their meals. The black feathers scattered on many of the corpses left by the attackers in this place, but the adventurers after the victory naturally had no intention of driving the birds away, after all, many of their injured companions needed to be supported or carried into the village houses for treatment and care.

Everyone has no time, no obligations, and no mood to bury the remains of the enemy.

Although among those who lay on the ground in a mess and could not get up again, there were actually many village guards and unknown casual adventurers - but the life of adventurers or mercenaries was meant to be a day of licking blood.

In this line of work, you can accept a commission or receive a task with anticipation, but you can't be 100% sure that what you see in a few days will be a tempting bounty or a scythe of death, unless you're always just a rookie running errands, ever.

Or the logistics cook of a mercenary group, if the head of a mercenary group has the spare money to hire a chef who can't fight.

If there is a battle, someone will always die, today it may be you, tomorrow it may be me, and the day after tomorrow may not be who it is, and those who have the ability to survive will eventually become the heroes of all people's attention, or the great demon king that the hero is determined to challenge, appears in the poet's song and the bedside story told by the mother for the child.

Veteran adventurers understand this simple truth. Urs and Gloleden understood, Thea and Stonefist understood, and felt heartfelt pity and regret for the guards and scattered adventurers who died in battle, and the crow looked at everything that happened in her eyes indifferently, as if she thought that the life and death of others had nothing to do with her, if this so-called "other" did not come to provoke her.

By the end of the battle, the initial work of treating the wounded, and the simple process of clearing the battlefield as night fell, the Snowmelt Moon of the Year of the Candle Flame would spend the last night of the month tonight.

Speaking of which, Castaño's year is a constant 360 days, which is a subtle difference from other possible worlds in the multiverse, which is one of the reasons why Snowmelt Moon is 30 days long even though it is the second month of the year, or Urs, when he was a player in his previous life, suspected that the game's official designers did not pay much attention to the details of life.

……

The scene takes place at the Adventurers' Guild branch in Logging Village.

The lame old village chief, Gaiqi, had been poisoned by a poisoned arrow in the evening scuffle, but fortunately his life was temporarily safe, but now he was unconscious, and had been carefully transferred by the village guards to the village inn where the wounded could rest.

The hall of the Guild branch was filled with several representatives of the adventurers.

Thea, a priest, had given Urs a magical treatment to heal minor injuries, and at this time, accompanied by Crow and Stonefist, went to other parts of the village to take care of other wounded, while Urs and Glorydon sat in the corner of the hall as representatives of the "Thorn Squad", quietly watching Sawyer Shortboots hold a dagger against a man's chin, staring at the latter's eyes with a fierce face, and roaring in his unique halfling voice: "Say! Who are you? Why attack us? Who instructed you to do this?! ”

The man threatened by the Shaving Commander was one of the attackers who was brought down by the Raven's Colorful Jet during the battle. In order to find out why the group was attacked, the five members of Urs' team deliberately left him alive as a captive for Sawyer's interrogation, and Sawa Boots spent his childhood in a slum neighborhood dominated by a thief's guild, and the halfling thief leader who now leads the Shaved Blade Adventure Group prides himself on his interrogation skills.

Although, Urs felt that his interrogation technique was probably a "threat" with a lot of skill points, at this time, Carlos Loew and Ekarila Lin Ying, who were sitting in the hall with the two or three members of the deputy team next to him, also had similar thoughts in their heads.

The bearded Carlos Loew is a specialist mage of the spell school, but his opponent is the Confuse and Control school, which prevents him from casting a "charm human" that allows Sawyer's interrogators to spit out all he knows directly from his mouth.

Thankfully, Sawyer's intimidation seemed to have had some effect on the captured attacker, who had his hands tied behind his back and his body being stomped on the back by one of the warrior adventurers of the Shaved Blade Adventure Regiment, causing him to kneel down with his head bowed.

"If you don't say it, or dare to tell a lie, this dagger will be stuck in your mouth and twisted in a circle!" Sawyer's size allowed him to stare face-to-face into the other's eyes without having to lower his head too much, and as he spoke, he gritted his teeth and slowly turned the dagger against the other's chin to the side of the blade upward.

"Please, please don't get excited, sir." The captured attacker looked at the grumpy halfling thief with a shudder, and the dagger in his hand, "We... We also just take the money to do things... That's it. ”

"Doing things with money? So you're a mercenary group, right? ”

"No, it's not, we're actually just a bunch of robbers in the woods......"

"Huh? Bandit? Sawyer glared and relaxed the strength of the dagger, "Okay, then I'll treat you as a robber, and then what?" ”

"Bear... Bear Eyes. A drop of cold sweat slipped from the man's forehead, and he didn't dare to raise his lowered head, "Bear Eye is our employer, and every two or three days, he will send a few beasts to our stronghold with a bag of gold coins in their mouths......

"Huh?!"

"I, I'm not lying!"

Perhaps feeling that the man's words were too bizarre, Sawyer Boots felt that his intelligence had been insulted, so he suddenly added the dagger against the other party's chin with the force that had just been relaxed, and immediately scared the other party into a defensive exclamation, and the screaming voice stammered because of nervousness.

This guy still seems to be quite serious about his own life, especially when he is being watched by the adventurers in the hall.

Carlos of the Orichals, and Ekarila of the Hummingbird Regiment, frowned slightly as they listened to the information that Sawyer had forced out of his mouth. They could tell that the "bear eyes" mentioned by the attacker's man were not the eyes of bears, but rather a person's nickname, and that the "beast holding gold coins" he was talking about sounded pure nonsense.

Unless his employer is a druid capable of driving animals to his advantage, or a ranger from the evil camp, the rarity is probably a little higher than that of the legendary Succubus Paladin.

And think of the druids......

"What's the matter, Your Excellency Team Leader? What do you think of that guy's words? Suddenly, Groeldon noticed that Urs's brow jumped, as if it had something to do with what Sawyer had interrogated from the captive man's mouth.