After dressing as a villain in Yiyou, she opened her eyes and was in the Shura field

Chapter 57 They all moved her heart, it was really bad.

It was originally said that they would go home at night, but when Sera arrived at the werewolf tribe, the sun was already sinking.

She was still thinking about how to explain her absence in the middle of the night when she went back tomorrow morning, and Eric helped her resolve her worries.

He said very presciently: "I told Gail yesterday that you will come today, and he will help you contact the manor this evening. He will say that you will stay on the mountain tonight to participate in our bonfire party. I'll send you back."

"What if I don't come today?"

"You're here." He planned everything, without considering what if.

Sera couldn't help asking: "If I don't come out today, when are you going to wait outside?"

"I don't know either." Eric said seriously, "I just feel that I have to meet you and explain to you."

The bright and straightforward young wolf doesn't even beat around the bush when it comes to feelings.

Sera raised her lips and changed the subject in a timely manner, "Will Dad agree with Gail? Is he angry?"

"You have to ask Gail what he said." Eric got off his horse, and Jem ran over to greet him first, "Yo Eric, you went to shoot such a big bear?"

He took the initiative to remove the black bear on his horse from his shoulders, smiled at Selah with a tanned olive face and narrowed his eyes, "Good evening, Selah, welcome to be our guest again."

"Good evening." Sera was about to jump off the horse, but Eric, who moved quickly, put his arms around her waist and hugged her down.

He glanced at her muddy shoes and calves, "Let's go wash our feet."

He took Selah's hand and led her to the well with Jem's laughing expression.

Sera thought he was going to scoop up the cold well water and pour it on her feet as before, but Eric said, "You wait for me."

She turned her head to watch him run towards the restaurant, but after a while, he brought a ceramic washbasin over.

When the basin was put down in front of Sierra, she found that there was scalding hot water in it. Eric adjusted the temperature of the water, "Take off your shoes and wash them."

Sera didn't expect him to be so caring, she was stunned, and then she bent down and unbuttoned the leather shoes on both sides to take off her shoes and socks.

Eric picked up a pair of her shoes and squatted beside her in his hands. In his hand, he found a small brush that he didn't know where. He dipped it in cold water to help her brush off the dirt on the shoes.

Sierra soaked her feet in warm water, and looked at Eric's earnest way of helping her wash her shoes. This gentle and handsome face was heart-warming.

But as the hero's charm, they both appeal to her, which is too bad.

"Thank you for washing my shoes," she thanked.

Eric turned his eyes and glanced at her, and said with a smile, "Did you have a good time today?"

"Very happy." Sara smiled.

"Then you... come again next time?" Eric withdrew his gaze and lowered his voice, "I just need to change into a pair of pants. It's best to wear long boots so that my legs won't get dirty."

Sierra blinked, "I'll pay attention next time I come here."

While washing their feet, Fanny and Gail passed by one after another, both carrying a bundle of dry firewood on their shoulders.

Serra stopped Gale in time to ask him how he explained to his father, and he said directly: "I said you want to participate in the bonfire party to relax and you don't want to go home, and then your father agreed."

"He's not angry?"

"Not angry? Well, maybe a little bit, but you really don't have time to go home now, you can only live here." Gail pointed to Eric who had cleaned his little leather shoes with his chin, "But we don't have any extra room, you can sleep with him, or with Fanny."

Eric interrupted him: "Gail, hurry up and prepare the bonfire."

"Eric is shy." Jem came over to join in the fun, and then ran away quickly.

Sierra wiped her feet clean, and Eric took the same clean leather shoes and put them next to her feet, "Don't worry about them, most of them have no manners, you sleep with Fanny at night."

"I don't mind." She stepped into the leather shoes with bare feet, and found that even her own socks had been washed by him and left to dry on a small wooden rack.

"Eric." Sera bit her lip, "I can wash the socks myself."

Eric lowered his head and glanced at her exposed white instep, his eyes flickered, "It's a matter of course."

After sunset, there were no lights in the tribe, and under the black night sky, the huge burning bonfire made crackling flames.

A few homemade wooden chairs, polished and upholstered tree stumps formed a large circle around the flames.

The pre-baked food in the restaurant and the large plate of skewers were brought to the open space.

In the early spring night, the temperature in the mountains and forests is very low, and the warm flames and the aroma of food with peppers dispel all the coldness and emptiness.

Serra greeted several werewolves and their mates, sitting on a padded tree stump.

"This is specially made for you, Sierra." Granny brought over a plate of spicy rabbit heads.

"Thank you." Sera didn't show any pretense, and grabbed one with her hand.

"There's still wine." Gail put a case of dark beer in the open space in one hand, and several men followed suit, making the atmosphere casual and relaxed.

Eric took the skewer with chicken and put it to her mouth, "Try this, it's just baked."

Sierra cooperates with biting a piece of meat, the spicy taste of the powder and the oil are combined, and the taste in the mouth is very good.

She narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, "Delicious."

Eric laughed softly, "There are also sausage and bear meat, you can eat each one, and the rest will be mine."

Serra was not too polite, he just took a bite of whatever was handed to him, and the rest of the skewers went into Eric's stomach without wasting.

When the atmosphere was high, Gail pushed the gray-haired Robinson out.

"Serra, let's talk about opening a butcher shop?"

Sera, who had just stuffed a rabbit's head, licked her fingers, took a sip of dark beer to suppress the spicy taste in her throat, and said, "Okay."

She hadn't seen this old man in a wheelchair the last time she came. He looked to be in his 70s and still looked healthy.

Eric turned his head, his voice became obviously colder, "Dad."

"Father?" Sera looked back suspiciously, and listened to his explanation: "Fanny and I are both Robinson's children, and he is my father, the chief of the tribe."

"That's it." Serra looked at the kind-faced old man again, and greeted politely, "Uncle Robinson."

His wheelchair rolled over to her, "You want to help our family, I appreciate it."

"It's not helping, we're just working together for mutual benefit," Serra said.

"Gail told me that you want to help us buy a butcher shop. We will provide the meat and half of the rent, and you will be responsible for the rest of the gold coins. Is this the distribution?"

(End of this chapter)