"That's right."

Gross glanced at Chocó and thought to himself that this was the right nonsense - but he didn't show any displeasure, there were no clergy in the ranks, and there was no point in discussing how awesome the Light was against the undead.

A few people talked all the way, and time passed quickly.

White Pigeon Village.

A peaceful village came into view.

In the winter before and after the New Year's festival, crops such as wheat and millet have already been harvested, leaving only a whole moist brown soil, and the vegetable fields are planted with radishes and potatoes, which are common in this season.

The hills are divided into pieces by these different colors, and as far as the eye can see, the high and low levels are clearly and orderly, and in the middle of them, along the gentle slopes of the hills, there are scattered some houses belonging to the peasants.

Most of them were thatched huts made of mainly clay, with the exception of one gray-and-white building, which was located at the highest point of this hill, and behind it, the mountains of Nogo in the distance.

It was close to the edge of the Nogo Mountains, and from where Gross and his party were, the rolling hills could only be seen in the distance, and it was almost evening, and the sun flashed over the corners of the peaks, reflecting a dazzling golden light.

Shadows in the sun.

Several people were riding on horseback, and the slanting sun pulled out long shadows.

Gross narrowed his eyes, and he soon saw a middle-aged man who looked like a farmer put down his hoe and was walking towards them.

No one would have thought that Stewart, who had the first-level swordsmanship of a swordsman and was once famous in the Boomer Mercenary Guild, was now dressed in an authentic farmer's outfit.

A fine bead of sweat appeared on a swarthy face.

"We're here as promised, Mr. Stewart."

Gross rolled over and dismounted, smiling and greeting. Some of the villagers nearby stopped at first when they saw these strangers from afar, but when they noticed that Stuart was coming, the villagers along the way greeted them warmly.

"Welcome, Gross, my friend, and Miss Crane, you're getting prettier."

He laughed and walked straight up to Gross, and was about to reach out for a warm hug, but when he saw the dust on his palm, he hesitated for a moment—

Gross didn't shy away from this, he took two steps forward, hugged the man, and gently patted his back.

The relationship between the two looks like friends for many years.

"Mr. Stewart, these two are my companions on this trip, Chocó and Tob."

Gross introduced the wild mage and the dwarf to the middle-aged man, and the two smiled and nodded in greeting.

"Is Lacey feeling better?"

After a few brief pleasantries, Gross asked, "Lacey" is the name of Stewart's wife—

As an instant medicine that restores health, holy water has no problem hanging on to life under the premise of sufficient supply. He said this only as a sign of concern.

An embarrassed smile appeared on Stewart's face, and to be honest, he felt that he owed the young man a heavy favor because of the batch of holy water that Gross had provided.

He was deeply grateful, and that feeling was palpable.

Lesie's condition has improved a lot, and in the last few days, she has started to walk on the ground, and she drank a full bowl of cereal this morning...... Thank you, thank you very much Gross for your generosity. ”

Speaking of his wife Lacey, Stewart always can't help but show a hint of happiness. And at this moment, out of a gray and inconspicuous thatched house, a thin girl came out—

The girl had beautiful tassel-like light brown hair, which was much lighter than Gross's brown hair, and closer to the aristocratic blood of the Ephralia.

The girl wore a fitted white linen skirt and carried an empty basket in her arm, and when she saw Stewart, she walked with light steps.

Stewart's daughter, Rhona. Although she is still an undeveloped twelve-year-old girl at the moment, it can be seen from her delicate facial features that this is an extremely rare beauty embryo-

This could never have been inherited from Stewart, but to a greater extent from her mother's good inheritance.

"That's what I told you about Rhona, our benefactor, Mr. Gross."

He took the girl's arm and introduced with a smile.

"Ah, Mr. Gross, hello."

The girl seemed to be a little afraid of strangers, and after looking at them with a pair of big sparkling eyes, she quietly retracted her head - her height was about the waist of Stewart, and her timid appearance looked extremely weak.

Gross fixed his gaze on the girl, and he noticed a faint black mist floating on Rhona's forehead and cheeks, and he frowned when he turned his head to look at Stewart.

Lorna had contracted that condition.

Stewart was also stunned, he and Gross had spent a few days together at the Ampton Mines, and at first glance, he knew he had something to say.

"Rhona."

"Yes, Daddy."

"What are you going to do with your basket?"

"I'll go to the vegetable patch and pluck some turnips."

"Turnips? Not...... You go to Grandpa Sally and borrow some air-dried meat. ”

Obviously, the daily food of this poor and embarrassed family is not very good. Stewart looked at a few people, his dark face was a little red, he couldn't help but lower his voice, and said to his daughter Rhona, "Borrow more, if Grandpa Sally asks, he will say that there is a guest at home." ”

"Okay, Dad."

"Go ahead."

The girl nodded, looked at the Gross, and bowed slightly, her steps swiftly interspersed through the ridges. Stewart looked at her back until she had run some distance before turning back.

"Rhona is a very obedient child."

There was a deep love in his eyes and words.

"Mr. Stewart, it's not too good."

Gross's voice was a little heavy. He looked at Stewart, and the thought that this man would soon lose his beloved wife and daughter one after another, his heart could not help but feel great sorrow and sympathy.

However, he came here specifically to prevent this tragedy from happening again.

"You mean, Rhona, she ...... too"

Stewart already had an ominous premonition, and when he said that, his voice couldn't help but choke, and a pair of bloodshot eyes suddenly filled with a hazy mist.

"Yes."

Gross's answer was unusually harsh, and his expression became silent as he said this.