Tranquility Lake Village, Periphery.

With a thud, the iron object fell heavily on the dirt road, making a crisp sound.

At the same time, Urm, who was chewing white bread, got up from under the big tree outside the fence and looked around with a puzzled expression.

It was pitch black and silent, but he was sure he had heard the voice correctly.

"Uncle Bolanor? Are you there? ”

Urm held his breath, climbed the thick trunk with his left hand, poked his head out, and followed the sound as he took his steps.

Polanor was a well-known blacksmith in the village, from a hoe to a pitchfork. As the only person in the area to have a "proof of iron possession", Urm guessed that he was drunk again and collapsed on the dirt road as usual.

After only two steps, Earm sensed that something was wrong.

Anyway, he didn't smell the familiar smell of wine and iron, but instead it was a calming scent.

It's a bit like the bluebell incense commonly used by the aristocracy, but it's a little different.

"It's someone from outside."

Earm paused for a moment, and hesitated.

It is not a good man to wander outside the fence at night like this, especially in recent tense times, when groups of nobles came to the village, and he wondered if there would be some ill-intentioned people approaching the village.

Just as he was about to turn to leave, a painful voice sounded in front of him.

"Hmm, is anyone there? I'm hurt—"

It sounded like a woman, and it suddenly triggered some distant memories in the depths of Urm's memory.

Gritting his teeth, he pretended to have the courage to push aside the tall blades of grass that blocked his view and looked cautiously forward.

An adult woman wrapped in cold armor with a peculiar red pattern on her shoulders, long red hair rare in the Sawyer Alliance, and her face obscured by the night.

She was lying on the ground at the moment, sweat stains faintly visible on her neck, and her lips were pursed, as if she was enduring the pain.

"Little children?"

The other party's tone seemed to be a little disappointed, but quickly concealed it.

"Is someone chasing you?"

The sharp-eyed Upper quietly swallowed a nervous mouthful of saliva, and his gaze moved from the other party's face to his lower abdomen, where a dagger was inserted, judging by the depth of the dagger, it should be bleeding.

He sensed that the woman seemed to have something to say, so he subconsciously walked over and crouched down in front of her.

"I was attacked, a gang of bandits from the mountains, and then separated from my companions."

The woman's voice was very soft, and then she gently grabbed the clothes on Urm's arm, "You also saw it, I was injured, can you take me in for a while?" ”

Suddenly, Earm showed a very embarrassed expression.

"I, I'll call the village doctor, since you're injured, don't move for the time being."

Avoiding the woman's question, Urm's brow furrowed and furrowed, gently brushing the woman's hand away, and then turned and walked away quickly.

Seeing this scene, the woman stopped talking, looking very helpless.

Soon, Urme, who was in her field of vision, was completely submerged in the distance, no longer slumped to the ground, stood up easily, and pulled out the dagger inserted in the lower abdomen, which was just a trick, and the armor in the lower abdomen was as bright as new and cold.

Patting the mud and dust on her body, the woman looked around vigilantly and muttered to herself, "Maybe children can attract their attention more, anyway, as long as they survive these few days, when the messengers of the Glorious Patrol Holy Officers and Adults come, those guys will not be able to make any waves." ”

"Most of the churches are too bad to go, so I'll have to find another opportunity to hide in the village."

Soon, she finished processing the marks on the ground, and disappeared into the night for a few breaths.

About ten minutes later, some hurried, large and small footsteps came from not far away, it was Urm, who had hurried over, and Uncle Doctor.

"Where's the person you're talking about?"

Nervously digging out the pyrotechnic bombs and knives in his bag, Uncle Doctor opened his eyes slightly and looked down at Urme, who looked confused.

"Strange she's supposed to be here... I read that absolutely right, wearing that style of armor—"

Urm shook his head in confusion, then looked up at the doctor, and gestured to the woman he had explained earlier.

In the next moment, Uncle Doctor crouched down and covered Urme's mouth.

"Alright, Om, I get the idea."

A sad look appeared on his face, and then he let go of his hand, looked at the wide-eyed Om, and explained, "That man just asked you for help, didn't do anything to you, or ask you for anything, right?" ”

Hearing such a question, Earm was stunned, nodded, and said with some apprehension: "Is that person ill-intentioned?" Am I in trouble? ”

"No, it's good if you don't..."

The doctor uncle breathed a sigh of relief, touched Urme's head, and looked like he wanted to say something: "You will know these things later... By the way, forget what happened tonight, Urm, and don't tell anyone, not even the priest, about seeing that woman. ”

As he said this, Uncle Doctor clung to Urm's shoulders with a very serious expression.

According to Urm's previous description, the red-haired woman in the cold armor was most likely an enemy from outside the Sawyer Alliance who came to spy on intelligence, and nine times out of ten was a believer in the "Divine Doctrine". The presence of these people was a big deal, he was just a villager, and he didn't want to get involved, and he didn't want Urm to get involved.

What a child says and hears can sometimes be taken as a joke, so just make it clear to Earm that tonight is over.

But what he worries about is the undercurrent behind this matter.

Someone else is going to suffer.

With a deep sigh in his heart, the doctor stood up, patted the well-behaved Urm on the shoulder, and walked briskly away in the direction of the village.

···

At dawn, the purple-black night gave birth to the light of dawn, and a ray of dawn climbed the corners of the village.

A group of people gathered around the extinguished bonfire, all of them were the respected seniors of the Jingse Lake Village, in addition to the priests who were busy outside, the village chief, the retired knights, the peasant captains, and the declining nobles, all gathered.

"The nobles are still sleeping, don't be too noisy."

The retired knights lowered their voices, their choice of gathering at this time period was deliberate.

"Berg, are you telling the truth?"

Captain Nong's expression was solemn, and he tilted his head to look at the doctor uncle whose expression changed.

"Yes, Earm was the first to find out. That kid can't lie, I wanted to hide it. ”

Uncle Doctor, named Berg, nodded.

"The idea of concealing this is right, except that it is the nobles and our local church personnel who should be concealed."

The retired knight rubbed his brows in some distress, "I understand your anxiety, alas, I don't know what their purpose is-"