"Who is it?" Putting down the steaming blackened wooden bowl in his hand, Riga hurriedly swallowed the hot soup in his mouth. In the other hand, he stood up from the fire with a half-gnawed boiled potante fruit from the pan.

"It turned out to be you. When he saw the two intruders clearly, Riga immediately placed the fruit he had taken a few bites on the thin board that was nailed vertically into the wooden wall beside him, and his arms were slightly bent in a defensive appearance.

"You are not welcome here!" said Father Thorne, who stood up angrily, and struck a pine table with his slender pipe, making a 'thump' sound like a woodpecker's beak pecking at the trunk of a tree.

"Hey, old man Thorne. Don't chase us away so quickly. The two intruders walked forward unconcernedly, mixed with the cold air that had not yet dissipated from the outside. They quickly lifted their hoods, exposing their faces to the light of the fire. "We came with good intentions. ”

Both men wore shabby black woollen cloaks outside, and the bitter cold outside the hut froze the hot air that blew from their mouths and hung from their jaw-covering beards. It was a thin-faced warrior with black half-long hair and a twisted earthworm-like scar on the right side of his face. There was greed and cunning in his cold triangular eyes, and even though he tried to make himself appear harmless, the hands on the short knife in his leg were still wary of Riga.

The other intruder made Riga even more relaxed. He was about seven feet four inches tall, with limbs as strong as a brown bear, and although his body was obscured by his tattered cloak, Riga could still faintly discern his majestic silhouette. Thick and dirty white-blond hair obscured half of his face, and Riga first noticed that it was the vicious eyes.

"Karel and Reas, I don't see the kindness you bring. You are not welcome here. Honest Daddy Thorne didn't care about the threat of the two on the other side, and he banged on the cigarette even harder. Almost trembling and spitting their names out of their mouths, like spitting out a disgusting, greasy lump of fat.

"Hmph!" the white-blond-haired Rheas immediately snorted, and his strong body was about to squeeze forward. But the dark-haired companion caught him. With a grim face, Carell glared at Riga, who was about to raise his fist, and said with a threatening expression: "Riga, everyone knows that you have obtained the fur of the snow ape. If you're smart enough, then you should know that it's not something a weak, poor kid like you can have, and we're willing to trade it for an adult reindeer carcass. ”

"Bastard! A reindeer wants to get the precious monster fur, unless my brain marrow is sucked up by snow bugs. Riga roared and removed the two tomahawks from the wall and slashed at Karel with ferocity, the tomahawks emitting a terrifying wind in the air that seemed to be the wails of the souls of those who had died under them. But after a crisp impact, a short-handled, round-headed warhammer held the tomahawk, and Reas certainly wouldn't watch his companion being slashed, so he loosened the cloak that wrapped around his body and took out the weapon hidden inside, blocking the tomahawk.

After fending off the attack, Reas immediately pushed Riga back with force, and at the same time made a fighting stance with Karell. "Hey, maybe I should teach you what fair trade is. Carell had a grim grin, and he was about to pounce on Riga.

"Riga, are you alright?" and as the battle was about to begin, a shout suddenly came from outside the cabin, it was Gar's voice. Immediately afterwards, two more figures opened the fur on the outside of the wooden door and entered, both holding sharp-edged weapons in their hands, as if they had guessed what was going on inside.

"Fuck off, scumbag. Gal turned his wrist to keep the sword in direction while his body kept moving back and forth, deception so that his enemies could not lock on to his position. "This is not a place for you to go wild. The other young warrior also held a long-handled battle axe, staring at Carell and Reas with a low warning roar.

The two intruders who were flanked by the front and back immediately retreated to the wall, and Carell, holding two bronze scimitars in his hands, stared at Riga with a half-hunched body, and said with a little weakness in his toughness: "Riga, remember what I said, you better make a decision as soon as possible." ”

As soon as they spoke, the two intruders stepped back on alert. As they moved into the house, the two thugs clinged to the wooden wall to the fur-covered door, and then hurried away.

"These two bastards!" It wasn't until he was sure that the two figures had left and disappeared into a wooden house that Gal withdrew his head from outside the door and cursed angrily. "Definitely. The warrior with the tomahawk said, "Two scoundrels who only bully their people." ”

"Thank you, Gal and Resso. With a relaxed gasp, Riga rehung the tomahawk on the wall, then held Daddy Thorne while the other two sat down in front of the fire.

"Why are you here?" said Riga adding some water to the pan and bringing out a wooden pot of boiled Pantant fruit from a corner and placing it in front of the crowd.

Unceremoniously grabbing a large fruit and taking a bite into it, Gal enjoyed the velvet pulp wrapped in the peel of the Pantant, patted the shoulder of the other young warrior, and said vaguely, "It was all Resso who told me, and when these two bastards entered your room, he rushed over to inform me." ”

"I knew there must be nothing good about them coming. Resso, with his fiery red hair, wasn't as enthusiastic as he looked, and he explained innocently as he nibbled on the poutant fruit in his hand without saying a word.

"They're for that snow ape pelt. Riga, who was stirring the broth with a wooden spoon, paused and finally told the real reason.

"What?!" was the most incredulous of all, but it was Gal, his eyes widened, he stopped chewing, and then said with the crumbs of fruit flesh in his mouth: "That's your prey in the rite of passage! How dare these bastards fight this idea? ”

"Let's go tell the wizard. Reso was the first to make an opinion.

"The wizard and the chief are busy with avenging their people, and Karel and Reas have always bullied the weak in this way, and they have not been punished. Garr saw it clearly, and he scratched his long brown hair and took a hard bite of the fruit.

While Rhega and his companions were discussing the matter, Carell and his companion Rheas were discussing their next steps in the cabin where they lived.

"Damn it. The skinny Carell tickled his tousled hair with his fingers and poured a glass of inferior ale into his mouth. His bushy eyebrows tangled together, "That bastard from Gal would show up so coincidentally. The task given to us by the captain was messed up!"

The strong man Rheas lying next to him didn't have so many ideas, and the big man pinched out a flea from his blackened white-blonde hair with some annoyance, and then pinched it hard, shaking off the blood in his hand. He muttered, "What's so troublesome." Since the captain wants to, I'll go tonight and get the fur back!If they don't agree, hehe......" Although he didn't say anything, Carell could already hear his intentions from the tyrannical laughter of his companions.

"Brains are all muscular idiots!" Carell whipped a stick of wood on the strong man's body, and then exasperated, "If they are killed, do you think the chief and the wizard will let us go!" "If we really need to do that, we're going to look for opportunities to do it outside the camp. ”

The brawny Rheas didn't answer, and when Carell looked back, he realized that his companion had fallen asleep on his fur, and his regular mouth seemed to show that he really didn't care about the scheme.

The night passed quickly and peacefully. When Riga woke up from his sleep, he realized that it was already a hot sun outside. Gar, who was on the vigil, was already lying beside him, sleeping as sweetly as a pig beast. Last night, in order to prevent the two Carel from coming back again, Reso left, but Gar stayed in Rigal's cabin for the night. In the first half of the night, Riga kept vigil, and in the second half of the night, Gar woke up to watch the fire.

Sitting up straight from the ground, Riga realized that Daddy Thorne was already sitting in front of the fire smoking tobacco. His two gray eyebrows were tangled together, and his mouth was constantly spitting blue-gray smoke outward, filling the room with the choking smell of burning tobacco.

"Daddy Thorne?" Riga called softly, but the old warrior didn't respond. "Daddy Thorne?!" Riga had to call again. This time the old man finally reacted, he quickly turned his head, and a smile forced out of his wrinkled face.

"Daddy. Seeing the bloodshot look in the old man's eyes and his tired expression, Riga knew he must not have fallen asleep last night. "I'm going to kill those bastards!" the hunter let out a brutal roar like a wounded beast, quickly rising from the ground, and grabbing his hands at the tomahawk hanging from the wall.

"Shut up!" Daddy Thorne stopped him, "it's useless if you kill them." Do you really think it's the two of them who want to get your fur?"

Gar was also awakened by Rigga's roar, and he sat up sharply, gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands before realizing that Riga was standing beside him with a weapon in hand.

Seeing that the two young men had woken up, Father Thorne took a hard puff of tobacco and said slowly: "These two guys have always bullied the weak people in the tribe, but the chief and the wizard have never punished them, do you really think they are just two people?"

PS: Potante fruit, a fruit similar to a potato. Hardy, the seedlings are able to grow on the ice sheets in the summer, and the number of fruits is high. The fruit can be stored for a long time and is one of the staple foods of the Quaid people in winter. The fruit contains a lot of starch and is easy to fill hunger.