Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

Lake stepped lightly, dodging the pitchfork of the villager in front of her. Her crimson cloak flowed like flames, and beneath it, a silver glint flashed as the blade transformed into an arc—

A sharp whistling sound pierced the air, followed by a scream!

The heavy pitchfork crashed against the ground with a thud, and falling with it were the villager's four fingers!

Although the [Spiral Beacon: Hunter] didn't inherit all of the witch hunter's combat experience, the portion she did receive, combined with Lake's special physical abilities, was more than enough to deal with these villagers.

Immediately after, an axe and a club came at her from two directions simultaneously!

Lake ducked under the axe strike, and the sharp blade in her hand sliced across the villager's throat, drawing a thin line of blood!

Behind him, the villager wielding the club was about to step forward, but a dark shadow had already pounced out from the corner of the shadows.

Instantly, the villager felt a pain in his neck, and his body went limp.

All of his strength dissipated from his throat along with the blood!

Although many villagers had been wary of Poro before the fight started,

Poro's figure, once it leaped up, became difficult to track in the chaotic and dimly lit room!

Of course, even so, there were still many villagers in the tavern participating in the siege.

But for some reason, these villagers inexplicably felt somewhat restrained.

They would inexplicably step on debris on the ground, some would suddenly twitch and fall flat on their faces, and others would accidentally send their weapons flying, splitting their comrades' heads open...

And in such a chaotic situation, Lake and Poro appeared to be handling it with ease.

The villagers were even more likely to be injured by their own than by Lake and Poro!

As for Hans himself, he simply followed behind Lake and Poro.

He didn't attack, and most of the villagers were drawn in by the astonishing strength of Lake and Poro, the human and wolf, and didn't pay attention to Hans.

Even if there were a few who missed him and tried to attack, they would end up injuring themselves for various seemingly reasonable reasons!

"Break straight through the tavern door!"

Poro said, as he faintly heard the sound of many footsteps approaching from outside the tavern!

Perhaps some villagers realized things were getting tough and went to call for reinforcements.

In less than half a minute, most of the villagers ambushing inside the tavern were either dead or wounded!

"We don't need to waste time with them. Killing this many is enough to teach them a lesson."

Poro looked back at a few villagers lying on the ground, barely alive but not dead, and grinned.

"Since you've engaged in such dealings, then I believe you must have been prepared to face death, right?"

Looking at those stark white, blood-stained fangs, the villagers felt a chill run down their spines!

"That dog... can talk?!"

"No, it's a demon—a demon!"

Immediately, several people rushed out of the door and ran towards the edge of the village.

The speed was not fast, because the guide Hans was clearly not the type to exercise regularly.

Although he had walked this road a long time ago, in any case, he now looked gaunt and weak, perhaps due to poverty, grief, or hunger.

But even so, the angry villagers still couldn't catch up and were falling further and further behind—

They were tripping, their shoes were breaking, or they were being knocked down by fallen comrades at a frequency that far exceeded the limits of reason!

Gradually, the figures of the villagers disappeared behind the mountains.

"Huff—huff—"

At the very back, the guide Hans was panting like a bull.

Coupled with his face full of sorrow and dark circles under his eyes, one couldn't help but worry that he would collapse and die!

"Wait a moment... let me rest for a while..."

Lake and Poro exchanged glances and together found a sheltered place to sit down.

"What kind of village is this? It's just a bandit den!"

Poro said, sticking out his tongue and stretching out his limbs on the ground.

"Poro, they have so many tools, they could clearly work. Why do they still do this?"

Lake was holding a cloth and wiping her silver dagger.

A hint of sorrow also appeared in her azure eyes.

The hunting skills of the witch hunters were never just about stopping at a certain point. All of her combat skills were honed into killing techniques with blood!

In just a few minutes, Lake had killed four or five people.

And that didn't even count the people who might die later due to blood loss or severe injuries!

"Don't be sad for those evil people, Lake."

Poro rolled over and looked up at Lake's eyes under her crimson hood, as if looking at two stars,

"If they gained power, then there would be dozens of bishops and dozens of witch hunters in this village—people blinded by greed should pay the price for what they have done!

They must pay the price for those... who were harmed by them!"

Watching Lake put the dagger back into its sheath, Poro turned his head and looked at Hans, who was still panting, on the other side:

"That... Hans."

Poro suddenly said.

"What is it?"

Hans raised his head wearily.

"Next time, if there's anything like this, please give me a more detailed warning, okay? I didn't expect to be besieged when I woke up this time!"

"Ah... sorry."

Hearing this, a hint of apology appeared in Hans' eyes. "The next town should be further away from the North Wind and the Blazing Sun.

However, that's where I exchanged my cow for a pig.

At that time, I didn't know why, but the cow suddenly became very irritable, not only did it not give milk, but it also kicked me."

Hans said, scratching his head, and then said, "Thinking about it now, maybe there was something wrong with the environment there?"

"I see..."

Poro nodded and kept it in mind.

But he wasn't too afraid. After all, he was different from ordinary animals. Even the 'Wild Instinct Elixir' couldn't make him uncontrollably mad.

Hans looked like he needed to rest for a while.

Poro then continued to lie on his back, opened his claws, and a golden page floated out—

The pattern on it was a young man humming and hugging gold.

[Circular Return: Lucky Hans - Luck of Loss]

[Fairy Tale Authority: Unknown]

[Unsealing Ceremony: Witness the lucky journey of Lucky Hans!]

[Description: If... losing does not represent misfortune, then gaining does not equally represent luck!]

[Unsealing Ceremony Completion Progress 2/6]

[Completed: Whetstone, Goose]

[In the village, those slanderous madmen swarmed up, speaking plausibly, as if demons were grinning in the shadows!]

This is really... an unexpected surprise.

...

Not long after Lake and the others left, inside the Evil Village Tavern.

"What's going on? So many people couldn't even subdue a little girl?!"

"That little girl is no ordinary person. You're good at talking, but if you went to the tavern, you'd be the one lying on a board now!"

"Old Hunter was too greedy! Think about it, just a few people carrying gold—could they be ordinary people?"

"In my opinion, she's a witch!"

"Yeah, it seems like none of the survivors in the tavern can remember what the little girl looks like!"

"That's true... I heard that the wolf can even talk! It's a demon!"

"No wonder, I was wondering why I suddenly tripped when I was chasing them..."

The villagers looked at each other, all showing some lingering fear and apprehension.

"Let's be more careful when choosing targets in the future."

"We shouldn't provoke those with hunting dogs and bows and arrows. We've been fine for so many years, why did we capsize today?"

The villagers sighed, tidied up the mess, and prepared to go back to their respective homes again.

Or... prepare for the next target.

But at this moment, a villager caught sight of the high mountain to the side:

"Hey? What's going on? Why is the sun rising from there today?"

"Are you stupid? How could the sun possibly rise from that side..."

The other villagers chuckled, but then the smiles on their faces froze.

Because a sun was really rising slowly from a place where it could never appear!

"Am I... dreaming?"

At this moment, a well-informed villager suddenly turned pale and shouted in horror!

"No! That's the Blazing Sun!"

All the villagers who reacted began to flee towards the edge of the village as if their lives depended on it!

But... it was already too late.

The incandescent white light engulfed the entire village the moment the Blazing Sun fully appeared!

Following closely behind was extreme heat!

"Quick—take off all your clothes! If even one or two-tenths of your skin is not covered, we are doomed!"

A villager shouted desperately.

But obviously, not everyone understood this principle.

The wooden houses began to emit green smoke, the water in the water tanks was rising, and the fleeing villagers fell one after another under the scorching heat.

The grass and trees quickly withered and turned yellow. The first flame rose from the pile of firewood next to the tavern and quickly swept towards the entire village—

Until... the entire village was turned into scorched earth.

The Blazing Sun in the sky slowly retreated behind the mountains.

The dazzling white light receded like a tide, and the slightly dim sun in the distant sky was able to reappear.

The North Wind and the Blazing Sun generally do not leave their original locations too far.

This seems to be... just an accident caused by bad luck.