Koto screamed in panic, as if he had lost some important treasure, and hurriedly shook his head, looking to find the helmet that should have been on his head, but in his panic, he didn't notice that his helmet had actually been removed by Stonefist for him and placed next to his head as he lay down.

The dwarf's comical behavior caused the crow to smirk, and the orc warrior monk in the group of young people sighed and shrugged his shoulders, reaching out to pick up the helmet with two horns and help the dwarf who was about to come out of his sweat to buckle it back to his head.

"Oh, my helmet, it's back, haha!" Koto raised his hand to touch his helmet, turned his head to look at the stone fist, and instantly became happy again, "Thank you, half-orc fellow, you are such a kind half-orc!" You must know that this armor is more important than my life, helmet, shoulder armor, body armor, leg armor, hand armor and combat boots, they are a family, neat and tidy, I must not lose one of them! ”

With that, he pulled down the iron mask attached to the helmet to see if it was damaged. If it weren't for the fact that the dwarf's body looked a little fat, coupled with his so-so personality in the first impression, he would have really tasted like a veteran warrior at first glance with his whole body covered in armor.

After putting on the helmet, the dwarf who woke up was a little embarrassed, but considering his physical strength, he still had the cheekiness to ask Urs and his party for a few pieces of dried meat and a bag of water to replenish his body.

Urs and his party had carried four days' worth of food from the logging village, so the young man did not hesitate to wait a little longer, watching Koto sit on the ground and feast on his heart's content, not forgetting to find some topics to learn more about him.

The dwarf named Koto seemed completely unwary of those who had helped him.

As he ate and drank, he told his story unreservedly, from his own origin to a highland dwarven clan called Hearthfire, to the destruction of his clan kingdom by the army of the frost giants, and his obsession with believing that as long as he was alive, his clan would not be truly destroyed.

Dwarves can live for more than 400 years under normal circumstances, and Koto vows to find an opportunity to revive the Hearthfire Clan in his lifetime, and let his Frost Giant enemies pay for their blood - but when it comes to his experience after escaping his homeland, he mentions that he has actually been in the Okazawa area for a while, but he usually spends his time in the area of Logging Village, and is based in the Adventurers' Guild branch of the village, which is probably why he claims to be a registered adventurer in Twilight City, But neither Urs nor Gloriden had little impression of him.

As for the fact that after setting out and realizing that he had forgotten to carry food and water, he thought about hunting some wild beasts in the forest, but he had no choice but to throw his axe and move faster when chasing his prey than the old hunter who was experienced in hunting. The beasts of the forest could not fight him, but they could always throw him away. Small animals such as feral cats or rabbits...... Well, Warnes was up there, and he said he couldn't bear to do it.

Or maybe it's an excuse to cover up some heavy dwarven warrior's poor agility. Urs looked at him and speculated.

Returning to the specific reason for his presence in the forest, Koto took a sip of water from a cowhide bag, swallowed the food that had choked in his throat because he was in such a hurry, squinted his cheeks, and then went on to explain: "Well, I must confess to you again, I really don't know about the urgent task you are talking about, because the hunter of that village must have entrusted me to help him look for hounds in the forest a week ago. ”

"In other words, you've completely missed the events where the village was attacked several times." Glorydon summed it up for him, refraining from complaining about how he was stupid enough to get lost in the woods for a week.

"That's right." Koto nodded, stuffed the last piece of jerky in his hand into his mouth, and his eyes suddenly ignited with indignation, "But if I had been there several times, those damn monsters and robbers wouldn't have tried to hurt the people in the village in front of me!" The goddess of fire swears by the glory of warriors that evil monsters and bad guys will be crushed by the dwarves of the clan with the warhammer in his hand! ”

"Yes, yes, the goddess of fire, the glory of the great warrior." Raven Bird finally couldn't help but let out a hoarse and scornful laugh from under the hood of her black robe, "But we are neither monsters nor robbers, nor enemies of your frost giants. Maybe you should learn to control your emotions so that your anger doesn't spray like saliva in someone's face? ”

"Uh, I'm sorry......"

"Then again, what is your pot for? Is it necessary to be that big? ”

Now that they were talking, Miss Poet pointed to the big black cauldron beside the dwarf's backpack.

Speaking of pots and pans, Urs actually wondered why Kotau forgot about food and water, but remembered to bring the utensils used to cook the ingredients.

Could it be that the dwarven clan culture also has the self-deprecating humor of "back the pot"?

Or is he trying to use it as a way to remind himself of the humiliation of being defeated by the Frost Giants in the past?

The young man was a little curious for a moment.

However, the dwarf's next answer almost didn't make our barbarian protagonist squirt food.

At the suggestion of the crow, Koto took off the stew pot behind him sideways and hugged it into his arms, and asked with a smile on his face, "Oh, you said Xiaomeng?" ”

"Xiao Meng?" Raven Bird was stunned when he heard his words.

"Xiao Meng is a unique super stew pot in this world, enlightened by the wisdom of the great goddess of fire." Koto stroked the stew pot in his arms, his expression overflowing with happiness as if he was caressing his lover's fragrant shoulder, "For so many years, Xiao Meng has been inseparable from me on the journey away from my hometown, in addition to being responsible for cooking for me, she always encourages me to be strong to face fate, and her words are as kind and warm as a hearth mother...... Hey? What's wrong with you guys? Why are you all staring at me like this all of a sudden? ”

The dwarf's face looked genuinely emotional, and his eyes were very serious, not at all like a joke.

“…… Nothing, Mr. Koto. Stone Fist shook his head, immediately realizing some kind of regret, and then waved his hand at him perfunctorily.

Thea looked at the dwarf's stunned expression and the pot in his arms. The kind-hearted wolf-eared maiden wondered how she could explain to him the fact that kitchenware had no soul in a short period of time, and at the same time try not to discourage the will that he had managed to muster up all these years, if his clan was really destroyed by an army of frost giants, as he had said.

Urs frowned, glanced sideways at Gloleden beside him, and after a while caught a glimpse of the same troubled old thief looking at him, and raised the index finger of his right hand to tap the temple of his head twice.

Wordless hints.

Glorydon was reminding his captain that if a young man wants to include Koto as a companion in his team, then he must understand that this dwarven warrior may be able to provide a good addition to the team even if he has a decent set of equipment......

But he seems to have a bit of a mental problem.

Pity...... Is it mentally retarded?