The Fararows are probably the least elegant people in the world.

If Madame Cruman had been a Suze, Roland would have been served a small plate of nuts, desserts, and yogurt or bitter tea soaked in crumpled sweet grass.

In the case of Titan, Roland should have been able to enjoy a well-baked bread, a plate of cold cuts of poultry and fresh seafood processed in freshly squeezed juices. Bansar has both mountain delicacies and seafood, and there is plenty of sunlight, as well as black butterfly flower tea, which is a specialty of Bansa.

Even the relatively backward city of Caral, as a country ruled by the Druids, has an intoxicating selection of top-notch fruit wines and fine fresh fruits. No matter which one it is, it can undoubtedly show the good cultivation and hospitality of the host's family......

But not with the Farajans.

Roland finally realized that this wild people did have its own arrogance.

Roland silently looked at the large pot of hot broth in front of him, and showed a polite smile. Stretched out his hands and held the edge of the pot.

Yes, he did feel the sincerity. There's nothing like a hot pot of broth on a cold winter day like this.

…… It would be nice if I could give a bowl.

“…… Then, Brother Conding pointed me in the direction of your city all the way. After that, I carried him all the way along," Roland warmed his hand as he held the pot full of broth, and slowly explained to Mrs. Cruman how Condin had been injured, "but he didn't hold on and fainted...... I had to follow the last direction he had pointed out. It's good that your daughter saw me, otherwise I would have walked over. ”

Roland smiled warmly as he said this, and his eyes were bent into a beautiful crescent shape.

He already felt that little Lim on the side was moving around dishonestly, constantly casting curious eyes on him. Then one of them turned to the pot of fragrant broth.

Before Mrs. Cruman came back from the kitchen with the hot soup, Roland had a little chat with the little fellow. By the way, I asked her name and what happened in this small town recently.

Roland, on the other hand, only told her her name and gender. Therefore, this little girl of the mountain people with beautiful long crimson hair was obviously a little dissatisfied.

If only she and Roland were here, Roland would probably be entangled by her next. But because her mother is still here, little Lim doesn't dare to interject now.

She seemed to sit neatly in her seat, her legs gently kicking under the table. It doesn't touch the ground. Whenever Mrs. Coruman looked away, consciously or unconsciously, she stopped moving, straightened her waist, and sat down with her hands on her knees.

She just looked back and forth at Roland and Broth with her big clear eyes, her face full of "I want to talk" and "I want to eat meat".

But Mrs. Cruman apparently didn't pay much attention to little Lim. Rather, Mr. Roland was originally a person who attracted enough attention.

"You've worked so hard."

For the third time, Mrs. Crumman paid her sincere tribute to Roland: "I have never met such a great man as you. ”

"Madam, you are so gracious."

Roland said pointedly: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to belittle - I thought the mountain people should be the kind of mountain people who are bold and not rude." ”

"Guest, you're right."

That's when it happened. A low, weak voice came.

On the large bed, less than five or six paces from the round table, the man in a white single coat struggled to sit up.

By the time Condin was carried into the house by Roland, his icy coat covered in snowflakes and soaked with snow had been replaced by Mrs. Cruman. And together with Roland, he roughly wiped Contin's skin with a rough hot towel, some of the abrasions were washed, and the wounds cut by the gravel were also medicated, and then he was changed into dry and warm clothes and sent him to bed.

Wipe yourself off with a hot towel, and Mrs. Coruman is fine. But it would be a little difficult for her to let her carry a man who was close to two hundred pounds and climb up to the second floor.

Even though the mountain women are generally physically strong and combative, this obviously does not include Mrs. Coruman.

She was clearly an alien in Fararu. If it weren't for her slightly reddened hair, Roland would have almost recognized her as a Titan.

If it were a normal person, bringing Kangding to his house would have been considered benevolent. And Roland didn't just help her get Conding out. And after walking in the thick snow for so long in the blizzard, he also helped Mrs. Coruman deal with Contin's injuries together. and helped her send Condin to the second floor.

As an unknown passerby, Roland has done as far as he can.

It is precisely because of Roland's good deeds to the end that he has completely won the respect of Mrs. Cruman.

Now, of course, there is a Konding -

It was only then that Roland was finally able to take a good look at this person.

The current white wolf Konding is obviously still relatively young, his hair is almost black dark brown, and his skin has a healthy and wild brown color due to the perennial oil. And Kangding's figure is the kind of thin and tall type that is more difficult among the mountain people. But even though he was still wearing thin clothes, he could see the hidden muscles in his body.

What is more remarkable is the scars on his body.

An oblique scar ran from his left collarbone to below the ribs in his right chest. He had a dense laceration on the outside of his left arm, a small, deep scar on the bottom of his heart, and a terrible penetrating wound on his right shoulder.

These are all the marks he has left on those prey in his past hunts.

Compared to these fatal enough to kill the average person, the small abrasions left on his shoulders, back, and cheeks were nothing.

The weight of the avalanche and the snow itself could indeed injure an ordinary person unconscious, but it was nothing to a gold-tier hunter.

The real killer is the suffocation and cold after being buried by the heavy snow. That kind of continuous injury is a terrible injury that is enough to kill a Gold-tier warrior.

After Conding cast his gaze on Roland's face, his gaze paused slightly. Then he immediately reverted to a blank face.

"Contin, you better take a break......"

"I'm fine, Hornar. You and Lim entertain the guests first, and I'll have to go see how old Jem is doing, and the warriors......"

Then, despite his wife's persuasion, he got out of bed.

"Although I don't say that well...... But you don't have to go. ”

But at that moment, Roland shook his head. "You're trying to save the other three hunters, right...... It's no longer useful. I watched them from the mountains with my own eyes as they were drowned in avalanches. Moreover, it is in the very center, and if you want to dig them out, it is impossible to work for three days without a labor force of more than 100 people. ”

"If you hadn't ended up on the edge of an avalanche, I wouldn't have been able to dig you out. Even if you're in good health, you're weak right now, and if you're not careful, you'll fall into it again. ”

Roland looked serious: "I don't want the people I managed to save go back to die." Do you know? ”

Konding was silent for a moment, then said in a flat voice, "I see. I won't go back. ”

Roland sighed: "I'm really sorry...... It's all because of my lack of ability. ”

"No, it's not your problem."

Kang Ding clenched his fists, and his face was still expressionless: "I will go to their house to apologize in a while." ”

"Now you'd better heal your injuries first......"

Just as Roland was saying this, there was a sudden unusual commotion outside.

As soon as you hear it, you can tell that it is at least a sound that can only be made by more than ten people.

For a moment, the four of them looked out the window. (To be continued.) )