"Poof..."

Just as I hesitated to escape with the old man in the car, the pale blue flame was extinguished, and a card inlaid with purple gold patterns appeared from the ashes of the flames.

After I reached out curiously, the card slowly fell into my hand.

Flipping through the pages and looking closely, the card was the size of an Earth World bank card, with two lines of text written in Elven language on the front. And behind it is an article with a bauhinia pattern.

Although I don't understand the text very well, I can understand the last few numbers.

Fifteen thousand, 15 followed by three zeros.

(Is that what this is...... ）

Although for me, who has seen the "big world", this amount of money can only be regarded as a drizzle. However, it is time to solve the urgent needs of the orphanage.

......

"Anna!" "Anna?"

Planck shouted a few times, and found that no one answered. Hop out of the carriage and turn to the back of the carriage to see if the little girl in her carriage has left.

"Anna !!"

"Huh?" was recalled from his thoughts, and looked at the old man who had carried me all the way with some curiosity.

Planck saw that the little girl was still there, and thought she was just asleep, but he didn't pay much attention. Looking at the little girl on the straw stack with a smile on her face,

"It's here!"

(So fast?)

While thinking suspiciously, he crawled along the haystack to the ground. Only then did he examine everything around him, and indeed the surrounding scenery confirmed what the old man said.

"Well, because my farm is on the other side, I can only send you here. "Are you asleep in the haystack?"

"Hey! yes. Because it's so comfortable on top. ”

"No wonder, I've called you so many times, and you shouldn't have called you once. "You're walking more than a mile from here, and you're in town. ”

Although he knew that I had grown up here, the old man still didn't want to bother and pointed in the direction.

"Thank you!"

After thanking the old man and watching the carriage slowly disappear from view, I turned and walked in the direction of the town.

......

On the way, I encountered a group of horseback galloping horses, and the route was exactly the direction in which the old man had disappeared.

The only thing that worries me is that these people with tattered equipment don't look like mercenaries at all, but like soldiers scattered after defeat.

But they didn't dress like active soldiers of the Empire, and they hadn't heard of any fighting in the towns near Hemalton.

Rather than being soldiers, it is more appropriate to describe them as "mountain bandits".

When this strange thought popped up in his heart, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the location of the old man's farm.

"I hope it's just my thoughts," "It's not strange that Hemalton is such a down-and-out mercenary. ”

I comforted myself as I turned and walked towards town.