A few hours later, Piert Osuyer settled in a human village. But it happened to coincide with the big events in this village.

As soon as he entered the small shop at the entrance of the village and drank a glass of ale, he heard that something big had happened in the village, and even the half-sized ghost who collected money from the tavern went to see the excitement.

Peet Ozouye, who was a collector of anecdotes to pass the time, was also curious, and he fed a peanut to the little white dragon on his shoulder, and then went out with the men in the tavern with his glass.

On the way, Piert Ausuille heard the excited conversation of some of the stocky farmers, so he listened attentively and listened to the general idea.

One farmer put it this way: "A few days ago, a girl was lost in a neighboring village. There are a few people in our village, and I have been following them these days, but there has been no result. ”

When Piert Ozuay heard this, he frowned slightly, and thought to himself, "Come to think of it, that missing girl is a poor victim who was sacrificed by the followers of the Old Gods. Yesterday evening, I did dispose of the culprit, but I accidentally lost even the traces of the victim. ”

Piert Ausuyer made up his mind that he kept silent about the dark facts behind the events.

The other farmer sighed, "Poor boy, can't he let the wolves of the mountains eat it?" ”

"No, no! There really wasn't a sign of wolves on the mountain. I found a nest of goblins!"

"What?! Goblins? You can still find it in the mountains. ”

"Found a nest, and we hunters who went up the mountain to search thought that the girl's disappearance was the fault of the little monsters. Even if not, we have to get rid of that nest of scourges. ”

The third farmer, who had not spoken, asked, "How did you do that?" Go into the hole and fight them? ”

"We don't even go into the hole, it's so dark that everyone is afraid of being killed by the little green-skinned monster."

"How was that done?"

"It's like using a smoked rabbit nest to force the rabbit to come out. Our group of hunters found a large pile of moist branches, and then our village called over the child who was studying in the city school, and the child could do simple wind magic. ”

"We poured some oil on the branches, and when they lit them, a lot of smoke came out. We let the afterlife blow into the cave with wind magic. Hey. At this, the farmer smiled and sold it.

Several of his buddies stamped their feet and raised their hoes and forks: "Josel! Say it quickly, say it quickly. How do you work with your neighbors? ”

A more calm farmer did not follow the crowd, but frowned, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that the girl who smokes will choke to death?" What if she's in there? ”

"It's been six days since people disappeared, and the little green-skinned monster won't feed people with water and food and torture people, and the man can't survive for three days, let alone a girl? If we force our way in, there will definitely be casualties, so we have to do that. However, in the end, when we searched the cave, we found no trace of the girl from the neighboring village, but found the bodies of several travelers. The people in the neighboring village said that after a while, the child would not be found again, so they would bury a clothed grave. The hunter villager named Joseph answered the latter question first.

The hunter villagers gave such an answer, and the other villagers nodded in convincing.

The hunter villager continued: "We lit a fire and set off a lot of smoke. The offspring who can play a little wind magic blows the smoke in. ”

Several men stood at the entrance of the cave, with forks and spears in ambush. Come out one by one and plug in the other. The hunter villager gestured with his hand to explain the general direction.

"There are still a few men crouching in the grass with bows and shotguns, and if there are no forks at the entrance of the cave, we will shoot the little green-skinned monsters with bows and shotguns."

His companions nodded in unison, and the hunter villagers continued to play with their experience with great interest: "We also brought several hounds, and they were all very strong young and good dogs. I also took our family up the hill together, and we were in ambush for a long time, and when a few hunting dogs barked together, it meant that a little green-skinned monster had rushed out of the hole, and we cheered up and caught one by one. ”

"Eleven of us and a few dogs, we set out smoke at the entrance of the cave and ambushed them for an afternoon, and captured all the little green-skinned monsters in the cave. There are twenty-eight of them, and they don't dare to rush out together, but if they do, seven or eight of them will surely slip away, and it will be another scourge. ”

"Yes, killing them is like killing a grain stealing vole. Let one go, and they'll want to rob us of our things and harm our people. It must be a nest. ”

The Hunter Villager's account resonated strongly with several fellow villagers, and the Hunter Villager, named Josel, was also the Lord who gave a little sunshine, and immediately considered himself the leader of the group.

"Of the twenty-seven or eight, twenty were killed on the spot, and seven or eight were alive, and they were all brought back with wire threads."

"Huh? What did you bring back for? ”

"The head of our village explained, and a lot of people from neighboring villages have also come, looking at the rarity of the little green-skinned monster. After all, there are people of two or three generations who have never seen that thing, and people from several nearby villages have come to see it. The hunter villagers said this, but in fact, the village chief just asked them to bring it back, and he didn't know the purpose of bringing it back.

The calmer villager said, "Ahem, friends. My father, who was the village chief, was a paranoid and stubborn person. What he wants to do this time is probably a bit unacceptable. ”

The attention of the other villagers was immediately attracted by the words of the village chief's son, and they immediately asked, "What the hell are you going to do, let's get a count!" ”

"Tell me quickly, what your father wants to do, you know best as a son."

The village chief's son stood up: "Uh, uh, uh." As you know, when my father was elected village chief, there was a fierce competition with another prestigious elder. The tax office in the city also delayed a long time to send down the village chief's sign. ”

"Uh-huh, we all know that." Everyone else is from the village and knows the details of the election of the village chief five years ago.

"This matter has become a knot in my old father's heart, that is, the matter of the village chief. He always wanted to do something to prove himself, such as collecting materials and manpower from other places to build a large waterwheel and a large mill for the village. You all know that. ”

"yes, yes. Your father has done a good job for the village, and we all remember it. ”

"Eun, but when he visited the nearby villages and the city to collect materials, he looked at the regional history archives of the city library. He found out from the archives that hundreds of years ago, it was customary for the village chief to invite everyone to eat meat when he took office. The village chief's son paused.

"Isn't that normal? I remember grabbing a boar elbow! The hunter villager replied immediately.

"It's not that, it's the old custom and ceremony, the village chief wanted to invite everyone to eat goblin meat. So this time, my father plans to do the same. ”

"Ah.....?"

"Huh.....?

"Hey......!"

Several villagers let out exclamations, and the hunter villager was the fastest, saying, "What, En." Brother, won't I make it? ”

"No, you have to let my father have the dignity of the village chief!"

"That'..... Hmm, is goblin meat any good? ”

The village chief's son was about to reply, "I haven't tried it either, and I don't know." ”

At this time, a few meters away, Piert Osuye, a fifty-year-old gentleman who had been listening to the villagers' chat, suddenly spoke: "It's very ordinary, but it can still be eaten, and the taste is a bit like pork that has been left for a while." ”

The villagers turned their heads together, and they looked at the old gentleman who dropped this sentence in a bit of confusion, but his footsteps did not stop, and he still walked forward.

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