"What's wrong, Robin?"

Vera asked, confused. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Sir Lothar! Chief Lothar is back! ”

Robin shouted.

"What?"

Althea jerked to her feet and knocked over the chair behind her, ignoring it and not saying anything to Robin, just running out of Vera's house as fast as she could.

"Marlon is back! …… Mom, is there still a cake? ”

Maria's eyes also lit up, and she hurriedly pestered Vera and asked.

"Yes! But Mary ...... What are you going to do? ”

Vera asked quizzily as she took another piece of cake from the basket and placed it in the palm of her little hand.

"Take it to Marlon!"

The little girl shouted loudly, holding the cake in her hand like a baby, and trotted out of the house.

"Be careful, Maria!"

Vera hurriedly chased after her, fearing that her precious daughter would fall.

……

Althea ran out of the house, glanced towards the entrance to the east of the town, and saw that there were quite a few people gathered there, so she ran faster.

"Father, Marlon is back? Where is it? ”

Squeezing through the crowd, Althea didn't see the figure she had been thinking about day and night, only her father, Elo Eberlock, and the bearded Richard standing together, whispering something.

"Althea, you're here? Our sentries met Sir Lothar while on patrol and ran back in time to report that they had caught the orc captives, not too fast, and it would take a while to get there...... But don't worry, the sentinels say they're all right. ”

Elo Eberlock hurriedly said to his anxious daughter.

Despite hearing her father say this, Althea still couldn't let go of her heart; She looked nervously at the intersection ahead, expecting the next second, the tall, friendly figure to appear in front of her.

……

"Be honest!"

Paul walked beside an improvised stretcher, which was the greatest takeaway of their trip—an orc captive.

Although the burly fellow was sturdily tied to the stretcher, he had not stopped fighting since he woke up, either writhing restlessly or shouting so loudly that Paul had to tear his clothes and gagged the fellow.

No, after the returning scout team encountered the sentries patrolling the perimeter of Nighttown, the orc seemed to realize something and became agitated again, causing the stick used as a stretcher pole to creak.

Of course, Paul would not be polite to such an aggressor, he pulled out the dagger at his waist, held it in his hand upside down, and slammed the orc's face with the root of the hilt.

The short, sharp handle of the dagger pierced into the green, thick skin of the orc's face, and crimson blood flowed out.

But Paul did not seem to be satisfied, and he ran the short handle of his hand from side to side in the orc's face a few times, until the orc let out a short whine from the mouth that was tightly gagged by the torn strips of cloth.

"Hey, this guy is so resistant to beating, he didn't die after leaving so much blood...... Come on, let me try it too! ”

De Jong quickened his pace with great interest, rushed to Paul's side, and said loudly.

"Okay, I'll be home soon, bear with me, in case we accidentally kill this guy, didn't we run away in vain?"

Marlon, who was at the front of the line, turned his head and scolded Paul and De Jong.

Along the way, because both the soldiers of the Xiquan garrison and De Jong had a bitter enmity with this orc, they tortured this guy a lot.

Although he didn't die like this, the number of wounds added to the orc's body over the course of so many days was staggering, even more than the wounds left by the battle before he was captured.

Of course, Marlon scolded De Jong and Paul, not because he didn't want the orc to be tortured; He was just worried that if he went too far now, it would make the orc even more stubborn in the next torture.

In addition, instead of torturing this orc, Marlon would have preferred that Paul and De Jong would speed up their pace - there is a girl waiting for him in Night Town!

"Haha, that's right, I'll be home soon!"

Paul laughed and put the dagger back into its sheath, a cheerful smile on his face - although the homeland has long been shattered, who would dare to say that the town of Night is not a warm and peaceful new home for these refugees who have come all the way here?

……

Dragging his tired body along the path leading to Night Town, even if he was as strong as Ma Long, he felt tired.

Along the way, whether it was the previous search, the battle with the orcs, or the return after that, it was not easy.

However, when Malone turned the winding path and saw the slender figure standing in front of the crowd in the center of the town at night, all the fatigue and hardship were left behind by him.

"Malone!"

The black-haired girl screamed, then rushed over and slammed into Marlon's arms.

"Althea...... I am back. ”

Marlon gently held Althea's delicate body, looked at her affectionately and said.

"Malone, I'...... Woohoo......"

Perhaps because she was too excited, Althea sobbed before she could say a word to Marlon.

The other Westspring garrisons carrying the orc captives walked past Marlon and Althea, looked at the couple after a long absence, shook their heads with a smile, and walked over to the townsfolk who had come to greet them.

"Daddy Error, Uncle Richard, look, our harvest!"

Paul looked at Elo Eberlock and the bearded Richard as they walked over, pointed to the orc captives that had been placed on the ground, and said proudly.

"I see it...... It's amazing, it's amazing...... I didn't expect you to actually capture the orc captives......"

Elo Eberlock said excitedly.

"I told you they would succeed, but you don't believe it...... However, it is important that everyone is safe and sound. ”

The bearded Richard said smugly.

"Hey! Paul! ”

Robin squeezed out of the crowd, walked up to Paul, punched him hard in the shoulder, and hugged him tightly, ignoring the dried dark brown blood on Paul's plate armor.

"Ha, Robin, you guy!"

Paul slapped Robin twice on the back with his backhand, then ripped him away from himself, and showed Robin what he had gained this time with an excited face.

The townsfolk were in a state of flux—both the refugees who were following Elo Eberlock, and the people from Lakeside Town—and they approached the orc captive, who might have been trampled to death by the townsfolk if it weren't for the militia holding it back at Robin's orders.