Kova's depression intensified. Not to mention how annoying those bloodthirsty adventurers were, the mere fact that his son was sick made Kova extremely irritable.

I don't know why, since the past few days, Drew has been vomiting, can't eat too much, and often can't sleep steadily at night, his mental state is in a trance and malaise, resulting in Drew has been lying in the carriage for the past two days and is weak. Drew's illness also affected the atmosphere of the whole family, and the originally happy way home suddenly became depressed. Every wife of Kova had worry written on her face, Diana didn't sleep well for 3 days in a row, and several little girls were even more affected and didn't dare to speak loudly.

What's even more strange is that when passing through a village, the priest who saw a doctor gave Drew several healing and healing techniques, but to no avail. You must know that in this world of magic and magic, priests are the natural enemies of diseases and plagues, and even if they can't be cured by a few healing techniques, they should be partially improved. But our protagonist, Comrade Drew, is still lying in the carriage, vomiting when he should be vomiting, and being in a trance when he should be in a trance.

In fact, Kova would have been shocked and helpless if he had known what Drew was thinking now. Because this disease is actually experienced by many people in this world.

Our Drew is pretending to be over-punished, overestimating himself or not realizing what he did at the time.

To put it simply, Drew's illness is "homicidal phobia"!

Drew didn't even think about it that day, and killed the slave hunter gang very handsomely, or used the ice scold mass magic in the current experimental stage to complete the kill. According to the terminology in the game in the previous life, that is, a piece of seckill was formed, creating a complete group annihilation super god scene.

The problem also comes from here, this is not a game, this is the real world! A wave of ice chips smashed down, white, yellow, red, and black, which splashed all over the ground. And when things got to this point, Drew froze for a moment, and then began to vomit desperately.

In the last life, in a society governed by the rule of law, of course, the excellent three-good young man Drew had never fought with a knife, let alone achieved a variety of sec-killing or super-god realms for human beings, and the creature that took the initiative to kill the most might be a lowly life form like a mosquito. In this life, although he has practiced killing so many beasts and demonic beasts under the escort of the Kleita family, he has never killed intelligent life, especially humanoid creatures.

So the pink recruit Drew Soldier certainly suffers from "murder phobia" like most people.

Drew knew that he had done the right thing, and since this group of damn slave traders dared to target their families, they should have reported to Thor's Hades a long time ago, but whenever he thought of the red, yellow, black and white Drew, he couldn't help but feel vomit from his throat.

And every time I sleep, I have all kinds of nightmares, so I don't sleep well.

Although this situation has been mentioned in various novels, and there is no shortage of the kind of god protagonist who kills people without blinking an eye and slaughters people like slaughtering dogs, Drew never thought that he would be so vulnerable when he really faced these things.

Drew didn't get a good meal for several days, and when he saw something on the table, he easily remembered those very conspicuous colors......

It wasn't until nearly a week later that Drew's "illness" finally began to improve, and the Maple family's hearts finally relaxed. In order to avoid a similar situation, Kova decided to hurry back home, a decision that was shared by all the wives.

Leaving aside the various episodes on the maple family's journey, let's give Hank and his caravan a perspective.

The entire Hank dwarven caravan did not have much noise except for the sound of horses pulling carriages, and every member of the caravan was moving cautiously and lightly, and even when they spoke, they tried their best to keep their voices down and muttered to each other. This is definitely a very rare spectacle for dwarves who like to be noisy and have rough movements.

The reason for this atmosphere for the caravan was, of course, Hank, who sat in the middle carriage with a black charcoal face.

In the past few days, Hank's temper has fully demonstrated what it means to be a dwarf with strength and status! Give these future dwarven leaders a good lesson in dwarven temper!

2 days ago, a few young men spoke a little louder, and they were directly hung on the roof of the car by Hank and punished for half a day to sing, in the name of training the dwarves to sing loudly. If the voice is low or the singing is broken, you will be punished for half a day. As a result, these young men got off the roof of the car and claimed that they would never dare to speak loudly in front of Hank again! Lifetime!

Yesterday there was a young man with a lot of energy who kept running around the caravan. Hank, who was already at the Mithril level, captured this young man, ordered the caravan to rest, and then followed this young man to cut (right) and cut (chop) for a whole day! In front of all the caravan members, of course! To this day, the tragic young man is still unconscious in the last carriage.

This morning, a golden-level wild boar howled for a while without knowing what it was, so the caravan ate the long-lost high-grade demonic beast meat at noon. Of course, the material is a certain magical beast that has been cut in half.

In short, no matter how honest the dwarf is, he understands that this father is very unhappy now! Even the entire caravan exuded an aura of being unapproachable, and it also scared away many adventurers with good vision.

Only the shrewdest of the lads knew that Daddy Hank had become like this since the caravan came out of Maple Leaf Village, but Kuro couldn't understand why the leader of the caravan who had been laughing for so many years had become such an active volcano.

Only Hank understands how bad he has been this year! Some of the most expensive minerals, magic materials, and magic books in his ring didn't fulfill their value, and they didn't turn into the most delicious fruit wine and beer. In other words, the most important deal of the year for the entire caravan has come to naught!

Hank was also very helpless, in the sloppy father-God agreement at that time, two foxes of the same size with the same interests had tried all the unexpected or special circumstances and all the relevant items, and wrote them all into it for the most perfect self-protection. Like this time, Drew was not at home and discussed, just make a deal next time. Of course, this can only be a few exceptional.

But whenever Hank thinks of the group of high-ranking people in the kingdom who have been completely "killed" by Baiguo wine and beer, Hank will be extremely annoyed. Although the group of drunkards did not dare to ask Hank for information about fruit wine and beer against the will of the father, it did not prevent this group from approaching Hank every year to express their desire to drink more delicious alcohol.

Although in order to avoid the aristocrats and masters of the country, Drew's fruit wine and beer were uniformly distributed by His Majesty the King. But when the king also vaguely said that the amount of these drinks could be increased a little more, and even the deal was not completed, Hank could imagine with his beard what kind of terrible situation would play out at this year's wine distribution meeting!

At the wine sharing meeting, Hank was depressed when he thought of this! This has just been set up not long ago, and on the surface, it is the Dwarven Wine Festival, and the ultimate goal is that the ugly meeting of the dwarven nobles and various bigwigs in order to divide the two wines brewed by Dru is currently second only to the El Festival and the Helshouton Festival that have been passed down for thousands of years, which has to make all scholars who don't know the inside story a burst of curiosity.

Of course, this year's revenue from egg-free fruit wine and Drew brand beer means that this conference will be very difficult! Or it can't be done at all! Hank didn't know how many of the barrels he had kept in secret would keep. I wonder how much less treasures will be in the deepest room of His Majesty's treasury. I don't dare to know the expression of His Majesty the King after receiving this information.

Hank couldn't imagine how much his hatred would have been in the face of the reality that he hadn't been traded.

Hank only knew that according to his budget this year, the purchase price of green fruit wine was 60 gold coins or the same amount of ores, magic materials and magic books, and the blue quality was directly doubled several times, 200 gold coins, and the quantity was very rare! Beer is more expensive, as the Green quality Drew beer, which is more in line with the dwarven taste, costs 130 gold! This is still the market after Hank thinks it is too uninteresting, and has raised the price several times in recent years! In the black market in the Dwarven Kingdom, the price of green quality Hundred Fruit Wine alone has risen to 150 gold coins. The blue stuff can only exist in the King's Treasury for now, and if it flows into the market, it might really cause a dwarven tribal war. Beer can only be circulated with the consent of His Majesty the King.

"Bring a magic communicator when you come over next year. I'm finally okay with the cost, right? If you play like this for another two years, you might be able to play with myself! ”

Hank silently made an important decision.

And Drew, who vomited half-dead on the way and was remembered by Hank, finally recovered, which greatly accelerated the Maple family's return home. When he returned to the familiar village door, Kova finally breathed a sigh of relief. This also means that the Maple Family's journey to the Moon God Festival has finally come to an unsatisfactory end.