No matter how heavy the rain falls outside, the people inside the house will not get wet, and then the cold wind will constantly take away their physical strength and heat. In the dead of winter, few humans survive such a night in the wild. The more experienced the hunter becomes, the more he will appreciate the cruelty and harshness of the natural environment.

Perhaps all the old hunter's wish for all his life was to get rid of the hunter profession and wake up every day in such a sheltered room. Lying on his side on this wooden bed, Oran couldn't help but think that maybe it was because he was away all year round, and he was a little unaccustomed to sleeping peacefully like this.

Crunch...... The door was gently opened, but Oran was not surprised. For he had heard Lillian open the door and crept towards him. Could it be that this girl has come up with some kind of way to attack him at night? Oran, who had seen Lilian's eccentricity, was convinced of the possibility.

Oran intends to close his eyes, and the best thing to do is to adapt to change.

Lillian was alone in the room and still couldn't overcome the "bold idea" that popped up in her heart, if she was alone, she could endure it more than the most difficult and harsh conditions. But the crux of the matter is that there is now an extremely tempting condition that can get her out of the current situation.

It's like a person in a desperate situation can often burst out with great courage and determination, but when a person has a "way out" that is close at hand, then there is only a way out of her head except for "way out".

Lillian gave herself a reason, saying that if she left before dawn Orlan woke up, then she would not be discovered. She held her pillow and slept on the table in the room for the night.

But when she sat at the table with a pillow in her thin single clothes, and watched Oran sleep in a comfortable bed, she was inexplicably a little angry. After the fruitful season, the weather gradually cooled, especially on rainy nights, which was already a little cold, so she came up with another idea.

Lilian gave herself another reason, Orlan slept in such a big bed alone, it was a waste, and there was only one more person in the bed. So she carefully crawled over Oran, turned it inside, set her pillow and lay down in peace.

Orlan didn't wait for Lillian's night attack, but he undoubtedly confirmed the conclusion in his mind that the creature was too duplicitous for a woman - she obviously preferred this room.

The next day, the sun shone through the window, and in the dim darkness I could hear the birds chirping excitedly on the branches.

In the warm quilt, there is also a familiar and reassuring atmosphere by the pillow...... Wait, oops! Lillian straightened up sharply and looked to see that there was no one around her...... After being stunned for a moment, he buried his head in the quilt, "Ah...... It's too careless! What a disgrace to the knight's face. ”

"Hee-hee-hee, little golden retriever, you're awake." Lillian, who was probing her brain on the stairs, had been spotted by Lady Devola.

"Where's Oran, where has he gone?" Lillian asked tentatively.

"Little hunter, he's gone back to the village, and he told me to tell you to wait here. And don't forget your breakfast."

Lilian sat down at the table, a neat tablecloth with delicate plates, knives and forks, a loaf of bread and bacon, and a glass of milk. To be honest, Lillian was concerned about whether there would be a problem with the breakfast prepared by this strange old witch-like woman, although that in itself was a very rude idea.

But the rumbling stomach had already protested, and besides, it was enough to let Orlan take responsibility for the eating problem, and with this idea she quickly settled the not very rich breakfast, and also washed the plates and cups in the sink, although it was a little clumsy, but it was a little remedy for the impolite thought just now.

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Oran rode back to the village, where there was a mess of the corpses in addition to some of the bloodstains left from the fight with the bandits the day before, and a mess of taverns, the corpses were no longer visible outside, probably had been cleaned up by the villagers.

It's just that these villagers, who were originally quite familiar, have changed greatly after seeing Oran, and almost everyone tries to avoid him as much as possible like a plague god. There were no more children frolicking on the road at the entrance of the village, and people closed their doors and windows, and Oran could see in the eyes of those people that they were cowering, dodging, and even resentful.

Seeing Orlan fighting through the crowd like a monster didn't give them much of a good impression, as most humans were naturally afraid of violence that was far beyond their means.

Perhaps in addition to fear, some of them even complained that Orlan had such an ability, why didn't he kill those robbers sooner, and why didn't he recover the looted belongings for them.

Probably most of them are not bad people, at most they are just greedy, stingy and cowardly ignorant villagers. Orlan didn't really understand what these people the old hunter had been guarding were for, was it just that they were not condemned by their conscience?

Sometimes Orlan doesn't have a sense of responsibility as a "good person", and he doesn't even see himself as a human being many times. So a lot of morality for a human being is dispensable for him.

The justice in his mind may only be to protect the people he wants to protect, he can turn a blind eye to the bandits' slaughter of other villages, but the bandits hurt the people he cares about, even if they chase those people to the ends of the earth.

Therefore, the attitude of the villagers towards him is "dispensable" in his heart, and what he does is only for Andrea, and maybe the last wishes of some old hunters.

In this day and age, in this remote village, a mere gang of robbers can bring it to an end, leaving everyone who resists brutally killed. And the rulers and regulators of this territory often can't reach so far, and they don't even care about the lives and deaths of these mountain civilians.

"Are the robbers gone?" Orlan walked into the tavern, and the scruffy man with the barrel was leaning drunk against the corner, muttering about gold coins and the like.

When he saw the person who had come clearly, a spirit, all the drunkenness, woke up. Kneeling in front of Oran, he cried: "My lord, Lord Oran, I couldn't do anything at that time, they forced me to tell me your whereabouts. Please, sir, don't kill me! If you want to find it, go to those damn bandits, oh...... My gold, my poor gold! ”

"The thieves were let go by the knight?"

"Yes, yes, the knight told them to lay down all their weapons and armor and let them go...... Then the scoundrels came back after the knight had left, and snatched my gold! The sloppy man fell to the ground and wept bitterly.