"Well, dear sir, for the sake of me reading so many letters for you......" said the orc leader tremblingly, he really couldn't think of anything else that could convince Mo Tie.

Damn, look down on me for being illiterate?

Mo Tie roared in his heart.

"Okay, don't say it, I'll let you go." Mo Tie was deeply affected and was in no mood to play anymore.

"Please...... Yes? Leave me alone? The orc leader said incredulously.

"Yes, but you'll have to kill all of them."

"No problem, I'll do it." The leader of the half-orcs said with a twinkle in his eyes, as long as he can live, the little brother will die.

Half a day later, Mo Tie had to make a move, a few big fireballs, and burned the little orc minions who finally remembered to resist.

"I'm leaving, don't stay in this cave, stay away, I'll burn the hole." Mo Tie finished his work, packed up his things, and prepared to leave.

"Okay, thank you, sir, for not killing."

Mo Tie jumped out of the half-orc cave, brewed, and sprayed flames from the entrance of the cave for a long time, almost filling the underground space, and the sound of swamp gas explosions was heard from time to time.

At this time, it was already dusk, Mo Tie found a way out, and went back to the hotel.

When he pushed open the door of the Four Shields Hotel, Lawrence, who was listless at the counter, immediately lit up.

"Brother Ain, you're finally back."

Hey, why is he so happy? Mo Tie felt a little strange.

"Lawrence, are you afraid that something will happen to me? No one paid Forging Mo? ”

Looking at Lawrence's somewhat embarrassed expression, Mo Tie couldn't help but feel speechless, he just guessed at random, whether he wanted to be so accurate.

Anyway, your reason for worrying is too undisciplined.

"Don't worry, Lawrence, I've only been in the wilderness for one night. By the way, you can get me some food, I'm hungry. ”

Lawrence was busy getting ready.

Mo Tie said as he went up the stairs, "Please send it to my room, and the third volume of your book." ”

At night, Mo Tie lay on the big bed with sheepskin mattresses, a white candle burned quietly at the bedside, and the neat and clean guest room was silent.

Mo Tie put down the "Queen of the Wolf Heart: Volume III" in his hand, he had already finished reading it.

Lawrence said that this was Isolda's favorite book series, and perhaps his wife was reading it with a learning attitude.

The next morning, Mo Tie drank vegetable soup, nibbled on a baguette, and held a small wooden shield in his hand and couldn't stop flipping through it.

As Isolda brought breakfast to the other guests, she caught a glimpse of the wooden shield and could no longer take her eyes off.

It must have been Mikael's belongings, this palm-sized toy had always been in his bag, he said it was his father's relic, but why was it in the hands of an elf?

"Mr. Ain."

Isolda walked over and called softly.

To be honest, this is the first time that a girl has called Mo Tie's foreign name in a gentle voice, and she almost didn't react for a while.

"Hmm...... Madame? Can I help you? ”

Mo Tie put down the bread and wooden shield in his hand.

"Excuse me, where did you get this wooden shield?"

Isolda asked with some trembling.

"Picked it up in the orc cave, what's the problem?"

Mo Tie pretended not to understand.

"Mr. Ain, my husband's brother has a wooden shield similar to yours. But he died at the hands of the orcs, and I think maybe the wooden shield in your hand is his. ”

"Is that so? Mr. Lawrence told me this story. But I didn't know that the shield belonged to his brother. ”

Mo Tie pushed the wooden shield towards Isolda, "Then you can take this thing." ”

Isolda approached the table and couldn't help but touch the pattern on the wooden shield with her hand, yes, this is Mikael's thing, she has touched it a few times, and it is such a feeling.

Isolda's eyes grew moist, as if something was about to leak out.

When Lawrence returned from collecting ingredients from the market, he was pulled by Isolda into the room behind the counter with a serious face.

Mo Tie sat inside and continued to eat breakfast, and there was something he was familiar with on the table.

"What's wrong, Isolda? How did you turn out what I put in the box? Lawrence was confused, how could he still be on the table when all his past had been locked and locked in wooden boxes.

"Lawrence, this is Mikael's thing."

Mikael? Lawrence was stunned.

He hadn't mentioned the name for a long time, and even when he told stories to his guests, he only used "brother" instead. Usually, between him and Isolda, no one would take the initiative to mention that name.

Lawrence came back to his senses, walked over slowly, picked up the wooden shield, and stroked the pattern on it, and the familiar feeling returned.

"This is what Mr. Ain found from the orc's cave."

Isolda is a strong woman who has been relieved after her initial grief, and now she is relieved that Mikael's relics have finally returned home.

Mr. Ain? Lawrence recalled Mo Tie's actions a few days ago, and remembered that he had taken on many tasks to explore the orc cave, but he didn't expect that he would be able to go deep into the lair of the orc to find this thing. He knew very well that Mikael had been dragged deep underground by orcs.

Mo Tie watched Isolda and Lawrence's various reactions with interest from the beginning. He didn't take out Mikael's letter, he just wanted to take a good look.

Isolda looks simple, she's sad and happy at the same time, and her emotions are reasonable.

Lawrence was a little strange, although he looked shocked and incredulous, his heart was beating at an unusually fast rate, his pores were greatly dilated, and he should be very nervous psychologically.

"Mr. Lawrence, I heard from the orcs that they ate your brother bite by bite, and the screams were so miserable. But it's all in the past, and I hope you don't get too upset. ”

Mo Tie said.

Eat Alive!

Lawrence's pupils shrank, his heart skipped a beat, and he remembered that day, if he helped his brother untie the rope, he would have been able to escape both, but he was too timid.

Yes, I was too cowardly, and it was all my cowardly fault.

A hint of struggle appeared on Lawrence's face, and he said with difficulty, "It's all my fault, it's my cowardice that killed him." ”

His eyes weren't focused on any one place, but he was staring blankly ahead.

Isolda hugged his arm and said comfortingly, "No, Lawrence, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself." ”