Ola descended the escalator and walked among the women and children. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The women who had been working all the time did not notice her coming, and it was not until Aura handed them the tubers that had been plucked from the parietal leaves to grind the powder, that the women were surprised to find that the girl who had come from "outside" was covered in dirt.

At first, the women were very reserved about Ola's joining, after all, everyone knew that the distinguished guest was under house arrest in the village for some reason, and on the other hand, they really did not believe that this petite girl could do rough work. Unfortunately, Ola's almost stubborn persistence completely defeated them, and after several unsuccessful refusals, these honest women reluctantly allowed Ola to come and help, but they unexpectedly found that Ola was a good worker. She was neat and seemed to be completely happy with it, her eyes as clear as the sky and her smile on her face made her let go of all her defenses.

It's a pity that this girl can't talk and coax, so she can only listen from the sidelines.

Under Ora's leadership, the women's work was much lighter than usual, and the conversations between them gradually increased.

"The boy always came to me, and I kept telling her not to stay too far from the village. ”

"He has been saying that his right hand hurts when he is raised, so what can he do if he doesn't have a doctor now?"

Ola listened quietly as they talked about their children, about their husbands, about their worries, and then pieced together bit by bit the marginalized society she had only been exposed to for a few days. This group that helped the elves to wage war against humans was once criticized by the outside world as a supporter of evil deeds, an indifferent and obedient forest tribe, but in fact, the people here are just as flesh and blood, love and hatred as those who criticize them, and they also yearn for a stable and prosperous life......

Not far away, Deledo was quietly watching Ola happily busy. When he saw the smile on Ola's face, Dildedo couldn't help but furrow his brow, but after noticing that the village girls began to make more and more intimate gestures to Ola because they gradually became familiar with Ola, such as touching the material of her clothes and accidentally rubbing the mud handprints on her body, Dilledo pursed his mouth again.

"Ola, why did you get here?" called out Dildedo. He beckoned, pretending to have just spotted Ola. To his great satisfaction, the women around Ola immediately relented when they noticed that a man was coming, and finally stopped ruining her clothes.

Seeing Ola walking towards him with a puzzled expression, Diredo scratched his scalp and asked, "I see that you are getting along well with them, do you really plan to stay here?"

Ola did not make any statement.

"You don't have anywhere else you want to go, can't think of anywhere to go?"

Ora nodded.

"I should have thought of that. Diredo sighed helplessly. "Forget it, I don't want to talk about those white sparrows, since you're still here, then I'll stay and help you. ”

Seeing Ola's expression full of gratitude, Diredo hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me! I don't know how I can help, but at least I can say a few words to you, like the elves on Rierez's side. ”

Diredo exhaled and continued: "Who told you to be a little sparrow who can't scream? This village is very troublesome, there are a lot of illiterate people, and you can't communicate with people by writing. ”

Aura pursed her mouth a little amusedly, and she suddenly picked up a twig and wrote on the ground, "How's Hawke?"

"He's recovering from his injuries well, but people don't have freedom and are locked up. But the treatment is okay, after all, both wizards and elves are vouching for him. ”

"Lirizzi doesn't plan to leave the village?" Ola wrote.

"God knows what the wizard is calculating, he is now occupying the doctor's house. Well, the elf didn't go either. ”

After saying this, Diledo seemed to be distracted again. Aura looked at him, and with some hesitation, wrote on the ground, "What did the elf say in your ear that day?"

After reading Ola's new question, Diredo's heart jumped. Could this girl not be so perceptive? At that time, the elf was just asking a question close to his ear.

"The little bird that once escaped, would you like to give up your wings to block the real damage to your dreams?"

As soon as he heard this inexplicable tone, Diredo knew that this was what Lirizzi had conveyed to him through the mouth of the elf, and that the wizard wanted to say that his future was worrying, but fortunately there was a way to go, right? Should he talk to Ola about this? No, he didn't want to talk to anyone about it, and he didn't know what Lirizzi, the chattering wizard, was talking about.

Just as Dildedo craned his neck to think about how to get rid of Ola's question, he suddenly saw Lirezzi and Shattered Star Arrow walk out of the cabin with serious expressions, and the two of them called out to One-Eyed Cross, who was smoking a pipe, as they crossed the rope bridge, and then the group of three went straight under the tree.

"How could this wizard who had been stuck in a tree for two days suddenly think of going out to get some air?" thought to Dildeaux with some surprise. He shrugged his shoulders and listened to a commotion at the entrance to the village, as if someone was screaming and crying.

"Something seems to have happened. Diredo took the opportunity to wipe Ola's writing on the ground with his toes, then turned and ran towards the entrance of the village. After a moment's hesitation, Ora followed.

In fact, not only them, but all the villagers who noticed the abnormality involuntarily gathered towards the entrance of the village, and when Aura ran to Diredo's side, she saw several villagers hurrying out of the village with bows and arrows, and some of the old and weak women and children who remained behind were somewhat bewildered around a wounded young man. Ora noticed that the man seemed to be a little older than Hawke, and at this time, he was holding his arm that had been pierced by a bow and arrow, crying, and to Ola's surprise, there was a large patch of blood on this man's body, and it was absolutely impossible for him to shed so much blood.

A woman suddenly pounced on the man.

"What about my daughter?!" she asked.

Ola recognized this person as the mother who had complained that her daughter was always working against her. I saw that she ignored the young man's injured arm, shook him vigorously and said, "You say!"