The golden rays of the setting sun shone on the ridges of mountains in the distance, and at the end of the horizon was a gorgeous sunset like a woman's rouge—

The sun melted the last snow above the peaks, and in the village of White Pigeon, on the edge of the Nogo mountains, several figures crossed the path between the ridges and walked towards a simple thatched house.

The smile on Stewart's face vanished, replaced by a heavy, suppressed emotion, his brow furrowed, his eyes reddened, as if he had thought of many things in this short moment, and bent slightly as he slipped through the open door of the thatched hut.

The figure behind him was also silent, and the fish rushed in.

Standing with Miss Mage Lady, Lady, Glas took a quick look at the inside of the thatched house—

An old wooden table with mottled lacquer, a few handmade wooden chairs, and rows of ochre-yellow clay pots in the corner of the adobe and thatched wall, the sunlight shines through the diamond-shaped wooden window lattice on one side of the wall, and a few bright pillars of light.

Countless fine dust particles can be seen floating in the air irregularly.

Stewartra crossed the chair and beckoned everyone to sit down, and the movement in the room alarmed his wife—

She walked slowly out of the bedroom behind the partition wall, and when she saw this group of strange guests, her thin, gray face was slightly stunned at first, but soon showed a gentle and polite smile.

"Is it Stewart's guest, welcome, welcome, it's really nice to see you guys."

After her condition improved, although Lacey still had some sick looks, her demeanor and demeanor could still be seen in the demeanor of the noble lady in the past-

The passage of time is not obvious in her appearance, and if you look closely, she has seven or eight similarities with Stewart's daughter, Rhona.

"My wife, Lacey."

Stewart introduced to the crowd as he saw his wife, Lacey, come over, and he stretched out his arm to gently wrap his arms around her slender waist, and the smile crept back into his face at this moment,

"This is Mr. Gross whom I told you about, and this is Miss Crane, and Chocó and Tob."

He looked at his wife one by one—and every name he said, someone nodded in acknowledgement.

Although life is not rich, there is a touch of sweetness and happiness between this couple -

Gross saw it in his eyes, he secretly glanced at Miss Mage beside him, her fair and delicate side face curled up a playful arc at the tip of her nose, and at this time, she put one hand on her cheek, as if she was thinking about something.

She seemed to catch Gross's gaze.

Turning your head, your eyes intertwined.

Doubt? Shy? Shy? Some other unknown feelings? Or, both?

Then she staggered quickly, and Miss Mage suddenly felt a slight heat at the base of her ears.

Lacey was whispering something in Stewart's ear, but Stewart only shook his head resolutely - his wife, Lacey, was going to prepare a sumptuous dinner for the guests, but her frail body was not suitable for too much activity.

At Stewart's insistence, Lacey relented. After about ten minutes, their daughter, Rhona, returned home—a twelve-year-old girl who had set aside the basket she was carrying on her arm, which was full of it.

These were some air-dried meat strips borrowed from the village chief Sally, and in the basket there was a whole fresh boar hind leg, which was quite fat—

Rhona quickly told Stewart that, according to Sully's grandfather, it was his two sons who had returned from a hunt this morning and brought back a 200-kilogram adult wild boar.

Wild boars that can grow to this size are not so easy to deal with.

However, the two sons of the village chief, Sally, were two completed warriors, and although they were about the same age as Stewart, they were both Stewart's disciples in terms of name.

Since moving to White Pigeon Village more than a decade ago, Stewart has taught many villagers martial arts.

It's just a pity that most people don't have enough talent, or they lack the perseverance to persevere in long-term practice. In short, in the current White Pigeon Village, the number of people who have completed the employment is only a handful, and their strength is only at the beginning of the employment stage.

With this level of strength, daily hunting is enough, as long as you don't encounter any powerful monsters.

Fortunately, the White Pigeon Village is not too far from the Talen Fortress, and as soon as there is news of the monsters, they have long been slaughtered by local nobles, knights, or the occasional mercenary passing by.

Because of this, Stewart has a very good popularity and prestige in the village-

Although he and his wife Lacey are just two outsiders to the entire village, these villagers who have lived here for generations have not been alienated or alienated.

Dinner consisted of a large pot of radish stew, mashed potatoes in several clay plates, and a smoky boar's hind leg, which had been bone-free by Stewart and cut into thin, uniform, almost transparent slices.

The texture of muscle and fat is as beautiful as the natural pattern of fine marble, and it exudes a rich fragrance that makes people can't help but move their index fingers.

The swordsmanship of the first level of the sword master is also used in the knife work of cooking, and it also has a good performance.

Gross looked at it, and he thought to himself that he was sure that he could do it, but as a bandit leader, he rarely cooked food by himself—

Of course, the main reason?

Gross would never say it on his own initiative.

This time, the dwarf Tob did not shout for the host of the hostet to offer the ale, and after seeing the situation of the family, he rarely became very quiet, like the two mages beside him.

"Stallion Mage" Choco slowly enjoyed mashed potatoes and radish stew...... And Miss Mage, Ladia, was struggling with the slices of wild boar's hind legs on the plate, eating with a shiny face and dancing eyebrows—

In Gross's previous life, the group of aboriginal mages seemed to be extremely sophisticated.

Even if you eat and drink every day, you are accustomed to being in an elegant place, wearing a white napkin, grabbing a beautiful silver knife and fork, and enjoying delicate and delicious food in an orderly and graceful manner.

The appearance of Miss Lady Radia broke his original impression, and after a few bites of Wild Mage Choco, he quickly began to feast-

The steaming food was brought into contact with his lips and tongue, and Grosston found that Stewart's cooking skills were on the same level as his swordsmanship