When the flaming red entered Barritt's eyes, his heart beat uncontrollably. Barrett couldn't tell what it was like, some expectation, some hesitation, even a little fear.

But the fact that she wasn't 'she' complicated the feeling of being difficult to be strict in the barbarian's heart was a little more complicated.

The girl who came in was dressed in a loose light gray dress with wide sleeves, which was pulled up at her forearm, revealing a white arm. The dress was covered with a short brown sleeveless waistcoat with a small light yellow nameless flower in the upper pocket.

She looked older than Rey, and her face was freckleless, and her skin didn't seem to be as smooth as Rey's, but her figure was much fuller, especially the twin peaks of her breasts, and her loose dress couldn't hide its towering.

When the girl saw Barrett, she was slightly stunned. She stretched out her right hand and pointed to the 'uninvited guest' from the house, facing her father and asking, "Who is this person?"

"Don't always point your hand at someone, it's rude. Frank said with a displeased face, "This is Barritt, one of our guests, who is staying here tonight. ”

"Hello. Barrett said, standing up.

She's not 'she,' the brute said to himself again.

Her hair was fiery red and dazzling, while 'her' hair was burgundy and deep, her eyes were childish and curious, and her eyes were full of uninhibited and haughty, she was an ordinary peasant girl, and she thought she was, and 'she' was also an ordinary peasant girl, but 'she' felt like a queen.

......

"Hello, you can call me Wendy. The girl smiled and held out the back of her hand to Barritt.

What is she going to do? Barrett didn't know. He looked at the back of the outstretched hand, not knowing what to do.

"It seems that you are not a knight. The girl pouted, "The knight would kiss the back of the girl's hand, that's what the book says." ”

She and 'her' have at least one thing in common – they're both cheerful.

"I'm a risk-taker. Barrett was a little helpless, "Not a knight. "Knights are loyal to their families, but I am loyal to myself.

"My father used to be an adventurer. Wendy lifted her chin and looked upward. Big eyes were fixed on Barrett's throat, "But he's a janitor now, and he doesn't like farming......"

"What a gatekeeper, I'm a guard, a guard!" cried Frank, "I'm doing the same job as the lords, protecting the people of my own realm." ”

"But you're not a lord. Wendy looked at her father, "There are no lords in Corn Village either. ”

Corn Village, that's a good name, at least better than Toad Village. Barrett thought. Toad Village is just on the edge of Garano, and the abundance of corn is at least better than that of toads.

"If it weren't for me, those goblins would have robbed you of all your flock!" said Frank dissatisfied, "Go cook and stew that rabbit I caught two days ago." The old man turned to Barrett again, "That rabbit is not much smaller than a ferocious rabbit, and it is not afraid to see anyone." Being bold is not necessarily a good thing, and everything must be fearful. ”

The girl obediently entered the kitchen, and after a while, the sound of cooking and the girl's humming song sounded in the kitchen:

"Your eyes are rippling like autumn water,

Your smile is scented with rosemary,

Come here, my knight,

Don't leave me alone in the silent night;

Jumping like a breeze, the wall covered with wisteria,

Passing through like moonlight, the window I left for you,

Come, my knight,

Kiss the back of my hand and let me lie down on your warm arms;

......”

"Really, she's not a lady at all when she's so old. I can't even read all the words, and I read those nonsense knight romance novels all day long. Frank sat down, filled Barrett's cup with apricot wine, and picked up a purple carrot, "If you want to marry her, I won't ask you for a copper coin." Yes, not a single copper coin, as long as you can stay in the village. The old man chewed the carrot and said lightly.

Wait, what did you just say? I heard you right, Barrett suspected that something was wrong with his ears, and he looked at the old man with a confused face, "Sorry, I didn't understand what you meant. ”

"What do you mean? Quite simply, literally. The old man said, "She's twenty years old and twenty years old......

"Twenty-one. Wendy's protest could be heard in the kitchen.

"It makes no difference. Frank took a sip of his drink, "I only had her when I was in my forties, and I had been like you, wandering around until I met her mother. The old man chewed the purple carrot bite after bite, "Her mother, like her, had red hair, and though she was not pretty, she was very considerate." Alas, these things about her should have been done by her mother, but unfortunately her mother died when she was five years old......"

What are you telling me all this for? I just want to stay here for one night, and I don't have any other ideas! Barrett was very helpless. I'll pay enough, I just hope you don't continue the conversation.

"He's not a knight, and I don't want to marry him. The man in the kitchen said.

"There are no knights in Corn Village," cried the old man into the kitchen, "and those fellows are not the same as what is written in your book. But adventurers usually cherish their significant other, just like me. ”

No, adventurers don't have that kind of setting. Barrett retorted inwardly.

For some reason, another red-haired girl came into his mind again. 'She' ran away from home in anger to avoid marriage by not wanting to marry the miller her parents had appointed, and she didn't want to marry an adventurer who her father had asked her to marry just the first time. Will she run away from home too?

No, it won't. They are not a human being.

Barrett wanted to push the door open and run away at this time, he would rather face the four-armed demon ape 'Caesar' who had come back from the dead, rather than face the father and daughter who felt inexplicable and unknowing.

No, 'Caesar' had better not come back from the dead, Barrett rejected his somewhat presumptuous assumption, fearing that he would not have any luck in killing Caesar again.

Yes, that takes a lot of luck.

"But you and I didn't know each other before. The barbarian adventurer looked at the wild plum in his hand and bowed his head to organize the language. Although the marriage proposal was like child's play, he still didn't want to let himself refuse too bluntly, "How can you think of me as a person? I may be a scum, and I may not be good to your daughter." ”

Am I? Barrett asked herself, but didn't get an answer. "Besides, you've been an adventurer, and you know that it's a dangerous profession, and that your daughter might be widowed one day, and you don't want that to happen. ”

"If you die, all your possessions will surely go to her, you should be rich, don't deny it, I can see it. Frank looked indifferent, "Those possessions will allow her to live a good life, at least not to herd sheep every day." And a rich widow, you don't have to worry about her being lonely for the rest of her life. There will be as many suitors as flies, and I'm sure there will be those so-called 'knights' among them, and remarriage is a good option if she likes. ”

I...... Barrett really didn't know what to say, and he had the urge to curse.

"Do you think I'll say yes when that's said and done?" he grimaced. Whoever listens to these words will not have a good face. Barrett didn't know if the old man in front of him was sincere, or if he was using him for amusement while drinking.

"Looks like I'm making you embarrassed, isn't it? Frank smiled, "It's just a hypothesis, an assumption." If you don't see me, I'm alive and well, longer than her mother. ”

I don't feel embarrassed, I just feel ridiculous. Barrett shouted in her heart.

"There's no one here who can force you to do something you don't want to do. Frank continued, "You may not marry my daughter......

Of course I can!, Barrett felt that the old man might have drunk too much. But the alcohol content of the apricot wine is not high, and he doesn't feel as high as rye beer when he drinks it.

"To be honest, your refusal makes me and my daughter very sad and sad......"

You're kidding, I don't see anyone who is sad.

"It's not as good as this. Flac clapped his hands, "You can do something for us, not for me, not for my daughter, but for the whole 'corn village', to comfort our wounded hearts." Rest assured, it's easy for you, it's definitely easy!, and I think Marcy would love to see you do that. The old man looked at Barrett with a smile, waiting for his answer.

In a trance, Barrett found that he seemed to be calculated by the former colleague in front of him from the moment he walked into the village with his left foot.

......