Trust is a very subtle and vague thing.

It can't be seen, it can't be touched, but it can be felt clearly.

One thing is certain, trust is like a piece of paper, if the original piece of paper that represents the heart is a blank paper, then it will be easier for the latecomer to draw something on it and gain the trust of the master of the heart.

Now Valrhona is such a pure presence that is almost a blank slate.

Growing up, her elders taught her how to refuse to trust races other than the Wood Elves and how to be cold and withdrawn. It's a pity that the cruel reality slapped the elders in the face again and again.

First the companion who was supposed to protect Valrhona, the little princess of the wood elves, was quickly finished in two bloody events, and then the fall of the King's Forest, which easily caused Valrhona to vote no confidence in what her companions and elders said.

Maybe it won't collapse for it, and it's not much worse.

Now Valrhona is a bit like a girl who has just fallen out of love, in a sensitive and insecure window period, but Martin has broken into her heart as a reliable big brother.

Martin doesn't understand this kind of subtle girlish mind, which does not prevent him from being happy to see it.

"Oh, what's wrong?" said Martin at the sight of Valrhona, who was shivering.

"I'm afraid ......"

"Afraid of what?"

"I heard the wind and thought it was the enemy. A gravel blown off by the wind, I thought it was the enemy. For the past two hours, I have sensed almost everything that I thought was an enemy. Valrhona muttered quietly.

"Why are you so scared, you're strong too!" Martin's smile widened.

Valrhona took out a nameplate, which Martin recognized as a human free mercenary powerhouse.

The little princess looked gloomy: "Before you found me, I was actually following a human knight around the tunnels. In that instant, he was suddenly assassinated by a nezumi assassin. I killed the nezumi and he didn't get it back. I will always remember the face that kept opening and closing, spitting blood, but never uttering a last word, not a word. ”

Martin couldn't laugh a little, he had a system that automatically scanned the enemy 24 hours a day. The others don't! It's all about taking turns to stand guard.

But for the nezumi assassin lurking in the dark, a moment of loss of consciousness means the end of a life. Enemy's, or one's own at the moment.

Martin sighed: "You are like this, you will scare yourself to death if you can't see the sun tomorrow." ”

"I ......"

"Fill your stomach first, and then get a good night's sleep, my vigil is, the enemy will probably attack at dawn. ”

"Is it dawn?" Farhona immediately imagined that if she was so nervous that she would toss herself to the point of a nervous breakdown before dawn, and that the enemy would attack at that time, she would be doomed. She could only admit that Martin's method was better: "Then let's eat dry food." ”

Martin looked curious: "We have ready-made good things, why should we nibble on dry food?"

Valrhona only noticed that Martin was carrying a bloody pork leg in his hand.

"Where's the pig?"

Martin pointed not far away: "The pigsty over there collapsed, and a few pigs escaped, and I don't know why the nezumi didn't attack them, but I slaughtered one anyway." I also found some vegetables in a few small vegetable gardens in town. Find some wheat in a family's house. ”

While Valrhona was stunned, Martin took out a rice cooker, cutlery, and various seasonings from a rare storage bag, and set up a bonfire and a barbecue party in front of her.

The girl's azure eyes blinked and blinked, and she didn't need to ask to know that she was probably admiring Martin's heart.

It didn't take long for the enticing smell of the meat to stimulate the girl's sense of smell.

Wood Elves are not vegetarians, they also hunt, but out of belief in the balance of nature, they only hunt enough for themselves and their loved ones, and never overkill their prey.

Located in the inland forest, where there are spices such as salt, pepper, star anise, etc., almost Martin roasted pork, sprinkled with seasonings, the little princess fell.

Not only meat, but also vegetable porridge and broth.

Perhaps turning fear into appetite, Valrhona rarely ate a fat belly. After eating, embarrassed, Martin followed, and ran to wash the dishes.

After eating, it wasn't too late, Martin looked at the mechanical watch that only the great nobles could afford in this world, and it was eight o'clock in the evening.

"Do you want to sleep?"

"No, can you talk to me? I want to know about the human world and its customs. ”

Isn't it Kan Dashan, except for introverted guys, who wouldn't. Martin didn't mind, from the national conditions of Bakaria and Rick, to the folk customs, to his own Lorraine territory, and from the first time he killed four goblins, to the time he killed a genuine giant, it took two hours.

Martin didn't brag, his great achievements were real, he was already an out-and-out hero and legend in the eyes of mortals, and his deeds were heard in the ears of a little girl who had never seen the world, and there was an additional bonus.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a tenfold increase in critical hits and psychic shock bonuses.

Pure little girls are always easy to be coaxed and deceived, and Martin himself didn't even notice that at some point, Valrhona had become his little fan sister.

"It's late at night, go to sleep. I kept watch for the first half of the night. Martin took off his armor and wore only the pliable orc blood, and just like that, he lit a bonfire on the lighthouse, announcing his presence to the chaotic creatures around him.

Valrhona swept around with her dark vision, finally nodded, and slept in leather armor.

Just slept until midnight, it seemed to be cold, Martin suddenly found that Valrhona moved, and after making two dream-like sounds, he actually pillowed his head on Martin's lap.

The girl's even breathing, blowing one mouthful, Martin was surprised to find that the Lorraine ballista actually reacted.

So farrhona unconsciously hugged him like a koala and hugged Martin's waist.

Fortunately, after adjusting his posture, Martin did not make a fool of himself, and he put his right hand around Valrhona's shoulder from behind.

It's so quiet all around, with a body strengthened by the gods, Martin is very spiritual, and it's always easy to think about it on this quiet night. Martin thought of his territory, thought of the aggressive momentum of Chaos, and was thinking about what he was going to do next.

After crossing over, Martin also contracted a certain habit, and when he thought about problems, he liked to play with balls, most of the time it was Susan's ball of the little maid, and sometimes it was Sylvie's grapefruit. Because it was so handy, and the hair color was a bit similar to Susan's, and when Martin reacted, he realized that he was mistaken.