Orlan grabbed his package and staggered out of the hollow. This is the capital of whether he can survive the cold winter comfortably, and he does not want to try again on the days of hunting in the deep snow and braving the cold.

When they came to the bottom of the tree, the people seemed a little surprised, what was in that huge package?

Maybe everyone is curious. Under normal circumstances, an ordinary hunter will never be short of companions, and even the most confident hunter will never forget to bring a good horse. And it's not strange enough that a lone backpack hunter appears in the depths of this forest?

Are you sure that this person in front of you is really not a spy with some force? Carrying a strange backpack bigger than a person, you say you're a hunter rather than a circus funny. Are you sure it's not a flying guinea pig, a four-legged rooster, or a curse toad in your backpack?

The arrogant mage never disdained this kind of trick, and the desperate apprentice would go to the circus to perform tricks.

Or rather, what secret is hidden in his backpack? Despite the curiosity in the hearts of the soldiers, they did not say. Because they can't do anything without orders.

"Hey, hunter. We, adults, ask you to remove your backpack, and we want to check. ”

Well, if even their head is starting to be curious, then it's troublesome.

"Nominally?"

"A hillbilly hunter knows what the boss wants you to do!" In general, a rude and burly soldier never reasoned with people, especially if the commander agreed.

"You have no right to know." The neat short blonde hair was combed back, and the confident and calm gaze was frowned, and the firm tone was unquestionable.

Oran knew that this young chief, who was no more than thirty years old, was not one of those noble children who liked to lead a team of men and horses wearing beautiful armor to the countryside to play knightly adventures.

His haughty chest, the slight outward deviation of his left toe slightly forward, the curvature of his right forearm, and the special grinding calluses on his fingers were loud reminders that he was a noble knight of pure blood.

Warriors, you say? Perhaps such a "red tape" stance alone is not suitable for them.

Orlan looked at these eager soldiers, and reluctantly dropped the giant backpack and smashed it on the ground with a muffled sound. Then I really hope that the contents don't scare them.

Although the hunter had only spoken a few words, the soldiers and the knight could already roughly judge that he would never be more than twenty years old, or even younger.

"Hmph, then let's see what kind of medicine this pretending kid sells in his pocket." The rude soldier picked open the backpack with his sword with one hand, and even slashed it to the ground. Orlan under the hood frowned imperceptibly, for he didn't like it very much.

Just like he didn't like Winter, he didn't like Crazy Wolf either.

"Oh, here's the black Las mink, here's the red-blooded antlers, the wings of the big cave bat, oh! There's even Bigfoot's toes...... This, hey! Don't say it's a Goosen troll's teeth, you can pick it up, boy! Forehead...... Troll, its head is here, stinky green blood. ”

The soldier swallowed and he flipped over to a big guy "Flame...... Flame Comodo ......? ”

Flame Komodo, a genus of fire wurms, is even larger than two Oran bears in adulthood. With its thick limbs, sharp claws, and a scarlet-scarlet tongue, its scales were almost unafraid of any flames. Legend has it that the ancient red dragon engaged in a certain monster born of a big snake. There is such a thing in Mount Oran!

What is the origin of this person? What a trick this is, right! He's not a hunter, he's just a circus funny. How dare you use such filthy and despicable means to mock and blind us Janos......

"The demons are gone!" The warrior, who had been infested with Comodo's snort, was temporarily agitated and roared as he slammed his sword against his shield. While Orlan did seem a little funny, the official version of the warrior called for it in the "illusion" code.

The other soldiers who were far away were also startled by this guy, and they all drew their weapons and faced the hunter nervously, seeing that a conflict was inevitable.

"Stop!" It seems that the knight lord present is indeed not a parallel import, and he knows how to use "firm will" to control the field. But the effect is only to strengthen the minds of those who are still sensible.

The soldier who had "beaten" the blood of Comodo had already rushed towards Orlan with his sword shouting "Glory of Arnos", and no one could stop him at this time, except Oran himself.

Draw your sword, turn sideways, and hit the opponent's wrist with the hilt down; Spin the sword, close to the body, swung from the bottom up, only to see the soldier holding his wrist and throwing away the weapon, the leather armor on his back was rudely cut in half, and then the well-made close-fitting fine armor was also the same.

Orlan made up for his popliteal fossa again, and in the blink of an eye the fierce-looking soldier fell to the ground half-open like a little girl who had just been insulted by a hooligan.

In front of everyone's eyes, the soldier trembled, his face turned blue and white, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to pick up his weapon and seek revenge on Orlan for this humiliation.

"That's enough, get out of here! You've lost all of Anos's face! Flame Comodo ...... I'm sure you're a hunter. The Blonde Knight knew in his heart that the snort of the Flame Comodo could indeed excite people to the point of violence and destruction.

It is also the raw material for certain forbidden alchemical drugs that the Empire prohibits civilians from trading......

"Put away your swords. Hunters, including you. I'm sure we'll be able to have a friendly conversation, after all, you've already left your hand and you don't want any more trouble, right? ”

It was really the knight's way, Orlan shrugged his shoulders and inserted the dagger back into the scabbard.

"Very well, I think we can sit down and have a good talk." The knight pressed his heels together, raised his right hand, and made a gesture of please with his left hand. It's just that the way he takes off his chin and looks at people is really unpleasant.

"Help our Lord Hunter and pack up. Don't leave those things behind. And cover your face, pay attention to the big head...... "Perhaps the knight's lieutenant, ordered the other soldiers.

This adjutant is not so easy to be, in addition to having strength, he also has to have vision.

In the eyes of the adjutant, this unidentified hunter has already been able to enter the eyes of the knight master, or at least has the value of use.

"Hunter, huh...... Can you take off your hood? We've got to get down to business. ”

Well, the knight lord has a lot of bad things, I have long heard that someone yawns in front of the knight, it is regarded as a provocation to the glory of the knight, and then what...... I guess he was hanged.

It's not that Oran is unsightly, he's just used to it. Hehe, he doesn't want to be hanged, does he?

……

"Uh, hunter...... Ahem, may I ask if the hunter is a ...... Miss Elf? The knight's eyes lit up when he saw Oran's appearance, and he suddenly felt a little excited, and his waist seemed to be straighter.

Well, according to Imperial law, Orlan is not yet an underage. Also, well, the appearance is not what Orlan intended. Although it is not that kind of feminine and delicate appearance, but the face is a little soft and white, and the appearance of silver hair is indeed similar to that of some elves. Elves, men and women are like that, everyone knows that.

It is also possible that he has not gone through the voice change period, and his voice is a bit neutral, combined with some confusion in his appearance, it is really a little unrecognizable that he is a man.