Knight with Wand

"It's a pity that I left you with an unpleasant impression of this place." Olivia sighed softly: "All the people in charge of the village were recruited by the lord to fight, which allowed those bastards to have no control and do whatever they want. Okay, let’s not talk about them. Let’s continue with the question. Are you looking for a place to stay?”

Leon nodded: "We have gone through a long journey and are very tired now. We really hope to have a safe place to rest."

The blond girl looked at the three people in front of her carefully and suddenly suggested: "If you are willing to rent a place, my house happens to have some vacant farmhouses. I only charge four dire rent per month. What do you think? Live near my house. Those bastards won’t dare to trouble you anymore.”

Leon was slightly startled. He turned around and looked into the eyes of his companions. Rohark and Azarian also looked puzzled.

Is this girl so kind to a random passerby? Is it just warm-hearted? Or a fairy dance?

Olivia seemed to have misunderstood their hesitation, so she quickly waved her hand: "Do you think it's too expensive? The rent is negotiable. If you really have difficulties, I can talk to my father. Three dires a month is fine."

"That's not what I meant, Miss Olivia."

Leon wondered: "I just don't understand why you are willing to help? Aren't you afraid that what Boris said is true, what if we are spies from the enemy country, or bandits wandering in the mountains and forests?"

The girl smiled and said: "The spies of the Kantadar people will definitely not walk into the village speaking a foreign dialect. You are too conspicuous. As for the bandits, even if this is possible, instead of letting you wander around the village, we should It’s better to let you stay where I can see you.”

As she spoke, Olivia proudly put her hands on her hips, shook the stick in her hand and tapped her shoulder: "I'm still very confident when it comes to fighting. Don't underestimate me. Even if you are really bandits, I'm not afraid."

"Haha, I have seen your majestic look just now, I have no doubt about this, Miss Golden Lion." Leon joked with a smile.

Olivia's expression froze, and the corners of her eyes trembled slightly in embarrassment. Being called this stupid nickname by someone outside the village made her helplessly cover her forehead: "Damn it. Those bastards still let you hear it."

"Just kidding, it seems you don't like this title." Leon smiled and said, "I'd better help you to lead the way, Miss Olivia."

It wouldn't hurt to go and see the farmhouse the girl mentioned. If the living environment there is suitable, the monthly rent of three or four dires is indeed not expensive.

After such a long period of living in the open air, the bodies and energy of the three of them have long been overwhelmed. It will be difficult for them to embark on the future journey without a period of rest.

What's more, they really don't know where to go next, so they might as well stay in this village for a while to recuperate.

After receiving the answer, Olivia looked very happy and pointed to the wheat fields outside the village: "My farmhouse is behind that, but I have to go to the village to say hello to my father first."

Leon signaled to wait. He picked up the torn linen pants on the ground and tore off a large piece of rag. Having had the experience of being taken advantage of by village gangsters, this time he wrapped the sword even more tightly.

Following Olivia back to the village along the simple dirt road at the end of the village, Olivia and the three of them chatted familiarly: "I don't know what to call you?"

"My name is Leon, his name is Azarian, and this big man's name is Lohark." Leon patted his partner on the shoulder and introduced them.

After exchanging names, the girl seemed to have started chatting, and couldn't help but curiously asked the three of them about their experiences along the way.

Rohark and Azerion considered the mysterious powers in Leon, and they didn't know how to explain it themselves, so they remained silent in front of the girl.

In the end, it was just Leon who picked and talked about the journey along the way.

Of course, in view of the lesson that telling the truth just now is more difficult to explain, Leon did not mention anything about the soul of Miss Laura or the cursed place in the forest.

He just escaped from the hands of the mercenaries, and then had no choice but to take a detour to avoid the battlefield. He went into the forest and was attacked by wild goblins at night and chased by a mountain bear. These are not a rough description of experiences beyond ordinary people's imagination.

As Leon chatted and passed by, he noticed that the bright eyes of the blond girl were getting brighter and brighter. It seemed that even just these had greatly satisfied her strong curiosity.

The girl inadvertently looked at the sword wrapped around Leon's waist.

"I have been very concerned about it just now. Where did you get the sword that Boris and the others were eyeing? It's rare to see such gorgeous equipment and craftsmanship."

Leon didn't want to elaborate on the process: "This was actually picked up from a corpse we encountered in the forest. Its original owner may have been a noble who accidentally got lost while hunting."

"Oh?...How could any noble dare to walk into the Nightmare Forest?" The girl was confused, but seeing that Leon didn't want to talk more, she didn't delve deeper.

Several people walked through the messy farmhouses in the village and arrived at the alley on the east side.

Far away, Leon heard the sound of tinkering.

"My father's name is Brian, and he is a blacksmith in the village." Olivia led the three of them into the blacksmith shop at the intersection.

In the shed, the sweaty young apprentice was forging rhythmically against the red iron bars on the anvil.

An old bearded man next to him quietly examined the apprentice's movements.

The girl walked up to the bearded man, leaned closer and raised her voice slightly: "Father, I have something to discuss with you."

Suddenly hearing Olivia's voice, the apprentice who was originally concentrating on forging iron panicked, and immediately shook his hand and hammered the wrong position.

The old blacksmith Brian frowned and sternly taught the apprentice: "Stay focused!"

After that, he relaxed his expression and turned around, reaching out to rub his daughter's hair.

Seeing the wooden stick in her hand, Brian's expression became soft and helpless: "Did you teach those little bastards a lesson again?"

"No, I promise! This time I just scared them." Olivia put the stick aside angrily.

Leon watched the father and daughter on the side, and couldn't help sighing in his heart that people can't be judged by appearance.

This big and strong old blacksmith had a fierce face and a very tall and strong physique. Such a rough man could actually give birth to such a petite and lovely daughter like Olivia.

Look at his gray hair with thick brown mixed in his temples, which really has nothing in common with Olivia's beautiful blonde hair.

Maybe the girl's mother's genes are good, Leon thought to himself.

Old Brian patted his daughter's head with a smile, and then he saw that she had brought three unfamiliar teenagers: "Who are they?"

"They are travelers passing through the village."

Olivia explained to her father: "Just now Hawke came to me quietly and said that Boris had gathered people again, so I went to see the situation, and I saw that the bastards actually tried to rob these outsiders."

"Those little bastards are getting more and more excessive." Old Brian frowned and turned to apologize to the three teenagers in front of him: "Young people, I hope you are not hurt by some scum in this village."

Leon nodded slightly in gratitude: "I was just about to thank you for this. Your daughter is a noble and kind girl. She was very enthusiastic and helped us out in time."

Olivia blinked, her cheeks flushed. It was the first time she heard such straightforward praise. People from outside the village really know how to talk.

Old Brian nodded with satisfaction and waved to his daughter and Leon: "It's noisy here, let's go to the yard to talk."

Several people followed the old blacksmith out of the workshop, and Leon suddenly noticed that he walked with a limp.

One of the old man's legs may have been injured.

But even so, his slightly unbalanced steps were still very steady.