Chapter 39: The Wooden House

Chapter 39 Wooden House

"It's too early to tell," Tarrant glanced at the dragon wine in the priest's hand, "put that thing away, this isn't Genco." (Please remember our web address)"

"Would you like some?" said Kiraviton, taking a nonchalantly sip.

"Conasius, what do you think," Tarrant asked.

The soldier was on high alert, "I don't know. ā€

What happened here is so strange that there was no fighting or conflict from the exterior and interior of the huts, and there are two possibilities: a sudden disappearance or a planned evacuation, there are more than 200 people living on the island, and the possibility of a "sudden disappearance" is almost zero, Tarrant asked: "Can the fishing boats on the island transport everyone off the island in a day?"

"Yes, every household on the island has fishing boats, and it only takes an hour to get them all out," Connor replied.

The priest wiped the wine from his lips, "You think they're all scared away?"

"It's possible that Lovell will somehow drive them away in order not to be disturbed, or it may be ...... His real yĆ n is to accuse them of leaving", Tarrant looked at the priest for confirmation.

"It doesn't matter, I just know that the dog is still on the island, and I can smell his stench even from a distance of three thousand feet, don't worry about the pariahs, go to the castle"

Connasius hesitated for a moment, "this way," and he led the way towards the village.

Tarrant walked at the end of the line, "Conasius, was there anything unusual here the last time you were here?" and he tried to find some clues.

"No", the soldier's bow and arrow hung on a full string, ready to shoot at any moment.

The four of them stepped across the empty street, the grass huts on both sides quietly looked at the strange visitors, a gloomy sense of being seen, as if something was staring at the whereabouts of the team, Tarrant turned around suddenly, the calm mist, nothing moved, he shook his left hand to adjust the overly nervous feelings, and the fine sweat oozing from the palm of his hand quickly dried up.

Conasius, at the front of the line, suddenly stopped, looking at what was under his feet.

"A piece of dried fish", Katrina looked and looked nearby, this piece of dried fish appeared a little strange.

Kirawiton picked up the dried fish and sniffed it carefully, "It's the fishermen's food, they have been bitten, and they didn't take their pets away." ā€

Tarrant had taken the piece of pickled product, it was indeed a bite mark, leaving clear marks on the animal's teeth, sharp, at least two inches long, a large hound or the like, "big guy", the animal was probably taller than a halfling, it must have taken the fishermen's food hanging on the walkway, and found that the pickled product was not to its liking.

"The little boy was frightened, and the fishermen forgot about it," said the priest, dangling his mace, in a posture reminiscent of a butcher's chopping motion.

"Ahead is the woods," Conasius looked at the three of his teammates in turn, "The castle is at the end of the woods, on a rocky slope. ā€

"Go ahead, then," Kira Veton affirmed.

Tarant nodded, "There's no way back, and when the fog clears, Lovell will be able to spot us." ā€

Connasius turned and walked on.

Trees slowly emerge, fir and oak, and occasionally an ironwood or two, from which the timber structure of the thatched huts is constructed.

The leaves overhead obscured the moonlight outside the fog, visibility was low, and Tarrant followed Katrina closely, "Is it cold?"

"It's fine," said Katrina, holding the trunk over a rock.

"Wait" Kira Veton suddenly raised his left fist to signal to stop advancing, Connasius keenly raised his longbow and half-crouched on the ground, and Tarrant subconsciously used his body to protect Katrina's right hand and raise Xue Ri.

Quiet, so quiet that only the sound of one's own breathing remains.

"Found what?" Tarrant asked in a low voice.

Kira Veton looked up, "The friction of the leaves." ā€

The trees were filled with small animals such as squirrels, owls, or bats, and Tarrant listened attentively, not finding the sound that Kiraviton was saying.

"Whew-" The wolf howl was full of wildness and strength.

"There's a wolf on the island?" said Tarrant, listening to the sound of it somewhere, far from here.

"No, not before," Conasius carefully scanned the looming treetops around him.

"Tarrant," Katrina grabbed Tarrant's arm, "I feel like someone is watching us." ā€

"There's no one here", Tarrant comforted, the same delusion?

"Go", finding no target, Kira Veton decided to continue.

Conasius squatted sideways and moved slowly, the team on high alert.

A faint light appeared in the trees ahead.

"Look," Katrina pointed excitedly, "Firelight"

There was a fire on the uninhabited island, it symbolized not hope but doom, and Tarrant pressed Catrina's shoulder, "Don't get excited, Conasius, what's there?"

"A wooden house for the gathering of the inhabitants of the island. ā€

"Are they in a rally?" Tarrant thought the explanation was reasonable.

Connasius led the team slowly towards the firelight, a clearing surrounded by trees, a large wooden house stood in the center of the clearing, thick logs were superimposed on the outer wall of the wooden house to decorate it into a huge fortress, the roof seemed to be made of ironwood, from the Tarrant side could see three windows, the modified windows were less than the size of a human face, and the light showed that there were people inside.

The style of the building was very different from that of the village huts, and its appearance seemed more suitable for warfare, and Tarrant said, "Are you sure it's for rallies rather than improvised combat?"

"This wasn't the way the hut was last time I came," Conasius stopped.

"Shall we go and say hello to them, tell them that a group of adventurers are coming to kill a mage tonight, and tell them to stay in the hut quietly and not come out", Kiravidon leaned against a large tree.

"It's not right", there was no sound there, if it was a meeting, at least there would be a commotion, Tarrant walked to the front of the group, "I'll go check on the situation, Kira Veton, you protect the mage, Connasius, prepare to assist", he crouched down and slowly moved forward, the view in the open space was enough for the people in the room to spot him, but he didn't notice any movement.

Twenty feet from the cabin, a face appeared behind the window, emaciated, with tousled short hair and an expression full of horror, he was talking, and there were other people in the room.

Tarrant stood up, "Hello" as he inserted Snow Day into his belt buckle as a gesture of friendship.

A spearhead poked out of another window, "Get out of the way" in a tone of fear and rage.

"Don't be nervous, I'm a paladin of the Light of Protection," Tarrant spread his hands.

"Get out of here," the voice was extremely uneasy.

Tarrant saw a sturdy young man from a fishing village, holding a fishing gun in his hand, which had been fished by coastal fishermen for generations, and threw out a fishing gun that could pierce thick wooden planks and ordinary ironwork, Tarrant took a small step forward, "Something happened, I can help you." ā€

A thin old man appeared in the house, "It's strangers, not them." ā€

"Get out of the way" the young man raised his fishing gun and shouted a warning: "If you go one step further, I'll throw it"

"Oh my God," the old man grabbed the window frame and looked into the woods, "let him in before they find him." ā€

"No, they're nearby, and when it gets dark, I hear their whispers, he's a bait, and the moment we open the door, they'll jump off the tree," the young man pushed the old man away, "let me take care of it"

The guy looked a little nervous, Tarrant glanced back, maybe the young man heard Kira Veton and their conversation, "I still have three teammates, we won't hurt the fishermen here." ā€

"Roll" The young man's upper body leaned back slightly, his arm flew hard, and a fishing spear flew out. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Biquge www.biquge.info (qidian.) to vote for recommendations, monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. )