When the Elven Ranger returned to the ground with the dark-haired spellcaster and the thief with a not-so-pleasant smell, the battle here was over, and Baldwin was in an extremely disadvantageous position in the hand-to-hand fight with the Gnoll because he was missing a hand, and a piece of his ear was torn off, and there was a deep scar on his cheek, from the left forehead to the right ear, and only narrowly injured an important eye, and Memmy got some clean water, wiped off the blood and dust, and sprinkled some elderberry ashes on it. If Baldwin had been able to heal properly, the wound would have healed quickly, but now ...... Kerribben walked over and pulled out a bottle of light green ointment: "The priest of Ilmort gave it to me." He said, give it to Memi.

The ointment works well, and the cracks that can't be healed even by the ashes are no longer burning and bleeding and painful, but it's best for Berdwin not to talk loudly for the past two days, and drink some porridge, so as not to tear the wound.

"Won't you give me a cure?" asked Gülen flirtatiously, who had bruised his arm and broken a toe in the fall, and he thought he would get a roll of the eye from Memy at best, but to her surprise, Memy raised her hand without saying a word, and a tiny white light fell from between her fingers onto the thief, who almost couldn't control himself from jumping backwards to avoid the orbs of light that might curse him for the rest of his life. But it was a healing technique, and the ball of light seeped into the thief's pale skin like dew seeping into the dirt, glowing like the morning light, and the bruised spots were healed immediately, and the broken toes were wriggling to realign and heal.

The thief glanced at Flo's priest in disbelief, "What did they use to pretend to me in the Highland Norman?"

"Iron box. Mei Mi replied, "Why?"

"Nothing. Glenn said that he thought the Plum was impersonated by a shapeshifter.

"Did you find the sheep?" asked Leona.

"Found it. The elf said, "It's dozens of feet deep underground." ”

They've worked so hard to get these sheep out, damn stupid sheep. For some reason, they don't want to follow their saviors home, and when you drive them away, they run around and bite you with their teeth - four male adventurers bind them with vines summoned by the elves, and one by one they drag them to the ground, bleating all the time. His eyes filled with tears of sorrow.

"How about we bake one for lunch?" Gülen suggested, kicking a goat that wanted to top him with its horns in a spot the elf couldn't see.

"Not well," said the elf, "we can buy a sheep from the villagers when we get back to the village." ”

"According to their estimate," said Gülen, "five sheep are worth one silver coin, so we can buy a good sheep for only twenty copper coins." ”

"Gülen. Baldwin warned.

The thief mockingly bowed to him, "I almost forgot that we still have a Tyre follower here, oh no, former follower, apologies to you." Honorable lords. Ignoring Memey's angry gaze, he said happily, "But even if Tyre had come here, he would not have been able to say that I was wrong, and behold, the price they had put forward, twenty silver coins, and a hundred sheep." ”

"They're just poor people," said Baldwin, muffling his voice, "and you don't have to measure your worth by their scales." ”

"But I'm a thief," Gülen said rightly, "and." Poverty is not included in the weights carried at both ends of the iron scale, because poverty is also punished for its crimes. You should know this better than I do. ”

"Alright," the black-haired spellcaster interrupted their conversation before Memi could resist saying something, "Go tell the villagers, Gülen," he said, gesturing to the sheep, "let them come here and get their sheep back." ”

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"Why don't you speak for Berdwin?" asked Memy in a low voice.

"Why?" asked Leona.

"He's belittling Berdwin...... My lord. ”

"It's just a different idea. Leona said calmly, "Baldwin was a paladin and Glenn was a thief, so it's normal for them to have different ideas. ”

"But the adults are right. ”

"Of course Baldwin is a good man," Leona said, standing under the neem tree. The men, on the other hand, were disposing of the corpses of the gnolls, who, unlike the stupid goblins, were arguably intelligent among the monsters, and could occasionally find something of value in them - at this distance, the human Baldwin could not hear what they were saying, but the caster and the elves not: "But Glenn ...... I may not be able to say that he was wrong, but that he was deliberately misinterpreting - I must say that he was seeking another kind of justice, however ruthless and cruel. ”

"You seem to be rooting for Gülen. Mei Mi said. "But you say you love Berdwin, Your Excellency. ”

"I speak from a neutral position," Leona said, "and Baldwin doesn't want that kind of blind and selfish love." ”

Meme's answer was to turn away without saying a word.

Leona sighed, she did sense that the thief was targeting Birdwin, but as far as she could see, although Glenn was a thief, he had already laid his own foundation in this team, and it was impossible to eliminate it in a short time; they still had a long way to go, it was not right for their companions to always quarrel and be hostile, but it was even worse to be alienated and stranger, and to know nothing about each other, the black-haired spellcaster Cremar had an elven ranger as a vouch, but Mame and Glenn were not, so Glenn and Memy were willing to speak, she was willing to listen, she needed to understand them and test them, she knows where to put them so she can't go wrong - and if they become enemies, she can find them in the quickest time.

The villagers soon arrived, and they happily brought back their sheep by the colored signs on the goats and sheep, and they brought their dogs, whose flock of grumpy sheep were as soft as clouds in the sky.

The village chief stood aside and counted the sheep that had fallen to their deaths and wounded in the cave, and had been eaten by goblins, and there were as many as ten dozen sheep left. He gave Kerriben a tattered bag containing a large pile of copper and silver coins, "Don't mind," he said, "I promise you're right, adventurers, sixty silver coins." You know, we don't have many silver coins here. ”

The elf found about twenty silver coins in his leather pouch and handed the rest back to the village chief: "We need to stay in the village for a few days, please give us a sheep, and bread, wheat porridge, and other food that you have, and we need ...... Three rooms, hot water, tub and a few must-haves. ”

The village chief smacked his thick lips: "Everything else is easy to say," he said, "but the room." We don't have any extra house here - but I have a big barn where you can live if you want, and I can have the tub moved there. ”

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"Moo......"

"All the cattle in the village are here. The thief muttered.

The village chief's barn was indeed very large, and had two floors, and six cattle were raised on the bottom, and they were a little uneasy at strangers, and they kept wagging their tails. Stepping on his hooves, a shy heifer spread its hind legs. A large pile of fresh feces was thrown down with a crackle.

"It's not dirty at all," said the village chief, with a clean face, "we bathe them every day, every day," he stressed, "and I make sure that every cow is clean, free of ticks and lice." And you don't live with them, come with me. He tilted his head. The first to climb the long, trembling wooden ladder.

The upper level of the barn is full of straw bales, all from last year, but still dry and clean.

"You can sleep on it," said the village chief, "but you are not allowed to pee on it." ”

A tiny shadow scurried past them, and the village chief lifted his boots with a thud. With a heavy foot - it was just a fat mouse, which was trampled by its tail, struggling and squeaking frantically, and the village chief lifted the pitchfork against the straw bale and gave it a look: "Don't worry, they don't bite, they only eat straw." ”

The adventurers looked down at the rat that was still biting the iron fork even after being pierced in the abdomen, and remained silent.

"It's late today," continued the village chief, "but I promise that tomorrow there will be roast sheep, and tonight you can have some milk porridge, and my daughter will bring it later, and it will be some good milk without water."

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When the Elven Ranger returned to the ground with the dark-haired spellcaster and the thief with a not-so-pleasant smell, the battle here was over, and Baldwin was in an extremely disadvantageous position in the hand-to-hand fight with the Gnoll because he was missing a hand, and a piece of his ear was torn off, and there was a deep scar on his cheek, from the left forehead to the right ear, and only narrowly injured an important eye, and Memmy got some clean water, wiped off the blood and dust, and sprinkled some elderberry ashes on it. If Baldwin had been able to heal properly, the wound would have healed quickly, but now ...... Kerribben walked over and pulled out a bottle of light green ointment: "The priest of Ilmort gave it to me." He said, give it to Memi.

The ointment works well, and the cracks that can't be healed even by the ashes are no longer burning and bleeding and painful, but it's best for Berdwin not to talk loudly for the past two days, and drink some porridge, so as not to tear the wound.

"Won't you give me a cure?" asked Gülen flirtatiously, who had bruised his arm and broken a toe in the fall, and he thought he would get a roll of the eye from Memy at best, but to her surprise, Memy raised her hand without saying a word, and a tiny white light fell from between her fingers onto the thief, who almost couldn't control himself from jumping backwards to avoid the orbs of light that might curse him for the rest of his life. But it was a healing technique, and the ball of light seeped into the thief's pale skin like dew seeping into the dirt, glowing like the morning light, and the bruised spots were healed immediately, and the broken toes were wriggling to realign and heal.

The thief glanced at Flo's priest in disbelief, "What did they use to pretend to me in the Highland Norman?"

"Iron box. Mei Mi replied, "Why?"

"Nothing. Glenn said that he thought the Plum was impersonated by a shapeshifter.

"Did you find the sheep?" asked Leona.

"Found it. The elf said, "It's dozens of feet deep underground." ”

They had a great deal of trouble to get these sheep out, and the damned stupid sheep, for some reason, they were not willing to follow them home obediently according to the savior's wishes, and when you went to drive them away, they would run around and bite you with their teeth - four male adventurers bound them with vines summoned by the elves, and dragged them to the ground one by one, and they bleated all the time, their eyes full of tears of sorrow.

"How about we bake one for lunch?" Gülen suggested, kicking a goat that wanted to top him with its horns in a spot the elf couldn't see.

"Not well," said the elf, "we can buy a sheep from the villagers when we get back to the village." ”

"According to their estimate," said Gülen, "five sheep are worth one silver coin, so we can buy a good sheep for only twenty copper coins." ”

"Gülen. Baldwin warned.

The thief bowed mockingly, "I almost forgot that we still have a follower of Tyre here, oh no, former follower, I apologize to you, honorable lord." Ignoring Memey's angry gaze, he said happily, "But even if Tyre had come here, he would not have been able to say that I was wrong, and behold, the price they had put forward, twenty silver coins, and a hundred sheep." ”

"They're just poor people," said Baldwin, muffling his voice, "and you don't have to measure your worth by their scales." ”

"But I'm a thief," Glenn said as a matter of course, "and besides, poverty is not included in the weights carried at both ends of the iron scale, for poverty is also punished for its crimes, and you should know better than I do that." ”

"Alright," the black-haired spellcaster interrupted their conversation before Memi could resist saying something, "Go tell the villagers, Gülen," he said, gesturing to the sheep, "let them come here and get their sheep back." ”

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"Why don't you speak for Berdwin?" asked Memy in a low voice.

"Why?" asked Leona.

"He's belittling Berdwin...... My lord. ”

"It's just a different idea," Leona said calmly, "Baldwin was a paladin and Glenn was a thief, so it's normal for them to have different ideas. (To be continued......)