"I didn't mean to embarrass you......"

A middle-aged mountaineer with eyes as green as a wolf and a scar on the tip of his nose smiled and whispered to an old man: "But Loda Khan also said, 'You must be kind to the merchants and the poor who pass by, and you must not refuse to be left in the home of a wanderer,' you will never forget, right?' ”

"Besides, these people are the warriors who destroyed the White Tower. You can't let them live in the wild in such cold weather, right? ”

"But ......"

The well-dressed and formal old man showed a hesitant expression: "Sodom really doesn't have any extra house. Where they live, people will not survive the winter......"

That's not what I said. Old man. ”

The middle-aged mountain man, who was as tall and fat as a door panel, smiled hehe, and a faint green light flashed in his eyes: "The proverb given to us by the elder once said, 'You must let the passing guests have food and shelter.'" Even if there is only one bowl of rice, seventy percent of it must be distributed to them, and only one meal must be made for the guests to be satisfied. If you do that, you will be a real blessing. 'Old man...... Have you forgotten the teachings of your elders? ”

"Don't dare! Can't! ”

Even in such a cold weather, the old man couldn't help but show a fine cold sweat on his forehead: "Speaking of which...... There are only seven people living in the Contin's family this year. If he saves food, his family should be able to live for two more people. ”

"Oh? Contine? White wolf Contin? Who is their family staying with this year? ”

"The best blacksmith in the city, and a baker with a family of three."

"That's ......"

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment. Then he asked casually, "How is that baker's skills?" ”

“…… You alright. He had learned the trade in Titan, and was considered to be in the upper middle level in the entire city of Sodom. ”

The old city lord replied inexplicably.

"That's the case. Wouldn't it be possible to subtract the three of them to accommodate five people? ”

The middle-aged mountain man showed the marks on his shoulder armor as if he were nothing. He smiled humbly: "For the sake of Loda Khan, we all have to take care of each other, right?" ”

"But the baker should ......"

"--There is no baker!"

The middle-aged mountain man suddenly shouted loudly, his voice was like a tiger's roar, and the body of the old city lord who was over eighty years old couldn't help but tremble in the roar: "Forget that damn baker!" ”

Then his voice softened suddenly: "The mountain people are a people known for their hospitality. You'll know how, right? ”

“…… Got it. Knight, I see. ”

The old city lord's lips turned white. His voice trembled in response.

"Then, five people will live in the White Wolf Konding's house, and then the remaining six people, including me, will be handed over to you for distribution. If someone's family is missing someone or something. Or who can support one more person or something, I think you should know better than me. If you can avoid death, it is better not to die as much as possible. If there are any people left, let them stay in your house...... You are a Lord. I guess you have some surplus food at home, right? ”

"Yes......"

"Old man. It's not me talking about you. You have to take a long-term view," the middle-aged mountaineer, who looked like a door panel, patted the old city lord on the shoulder with a smile, and leaned into the city lord's ear and whispered, "We are all Templars who are making up. It's not a hare knight who doesn't even have armor or horses in the Wild Road Temple. When we went back and reported the battle, we would say, 'Oh, Sodom is a great place, and the people in it are very hospitable.' Give us all the little rations you have. The people inside are all good people......'"

"Think about it, so that you are the lord of Sodom. Didn't you get the friendship of the temple? In the future, whether it is to change grain, get rid of agricultural hazards and plagues, or ask the bishop to adjust the weather during droughts and floods, won't it be much more convenient? We are all the people of Loda Khan. I'm sure I won't fool you. Aren't the three of you Templars in Sodom trapped elsewhere as well? Compare your heart to your heart, old man, it's not easy for anyone in winter. We all get it. ”

"Take a step back...... As I recall, isn't your son Tom also a midshipman Templar in the diocese of Wall? I remember him, he fought quite bravely, and if nothing else, he shouldn't have been a problem this time. With the help of nobles, it is not impossible to enter the seminary and become the son of Loda Khan. ”

The old city lord's gaze finally became firm.

He paused for his cane, moved his slightly frozen soles, coughed twice, and said, "I see...... I'll take you to Contin's house now. ”

"That's right!"

The middle-aged mountain man smiled heartily and stuffed a wooden hand-engraved Luoda Khan Holy Emblem into the old city lord's hand: "This is the Holy Emblem I used before, and it is still very useful for the little ones of the Black Iron Rank...... And my name is written on the back. If anything, bring it to me in the Cathedral of Wall, and though I am only an ordinary chief knight, I can still speak a few words in front of the Bishop of Salmudor. ”

"Where to make! Where to make! ”

Suddenly, the old city lord was flattered: "Really...... It's just a trifle. You don't have to do it like this......"

"Okay, old man, if you want to take it, you will take it, where did you come from so many things."

For a while, the relationship between the two was a lot closer.

About thirty paces away from the two of them, ten people wearing different emblems stood like this, looking at the two people in the distance, one tall and one short, with a cheerful smile that bordered on mockery.

"Look at you! How much more, I'll just say Ferrer is fine. ”

It was a tall, strong, blonde man who spoke. His shoulder armor bears the Sun insignia of Tyre.

As he spoke, he shook his arms around the neck of a gray-haired boy who looked rather unmotivated.

"Ah...... Good...... Li...... Harm...... Ah......h

The little boy, who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old at most, kept shaking his head back and forth, and replied in a long voice in a voice that was about to die in the next second.

"Alright, alright, Gallo, you better put too much."

A silver-armored girl with long emerald hair and a garland of flowers on her head smiled bitterly and separated the two.

"You don't understand, Sharna! It's a friendship between men—"

Gallo laughed, and just like that, he grabbed Duoduo's neck to avoid the hand of the girl known as Sharna, and in a few moments, all ten of them laughed one by one. Even the spiritless Duoduo sighed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

For a moment, the Templars were in a jubilant mood.

Of course, they didn't care how Uncle Ferrer managed to find them a place to stay.

Rather, aren't the warriors who crusade against evil deserving of the logistical supplies provided by the people they protect?

All of this is a matter of course. (To be continued.) )