Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

"It doesn't matter, her ugliness is very pleasant to me." Liya didn't care at all about the vicious glances and muttered curses from the wooden houses in all directions. She took Richard to a wooden house deep in the village.

This wooden house is visibly dilapidated and shabby. The roof has long been in disrepair and is full of holes. The exterior walls, which are simply piled with firewood and plaster, are also uneven and may collapse at any time.

Apparently, this was Riya's childhood home.

Liya stood in front of the incomplete wooden door and suddenly asked: "Do you know the situation of the bloodline of the An family?"

Richard said: "Some people with pure blood seem to be specially trained to be the personal guards of the Duke's Palace and the consuls sent to various places."

"Yes, but there are still some whose bloodline is not pure enough. They are imprisoned in this small village." Liya took out a rusty key and unlocked the copper lock.

After opening the door, there wasn't much smoke and dust coming out, and the cabin was surprisingly clean.

"In essence, the An family only respects blood. Pure blood will have the best future, while sparse blood is kept in this village like animals."

Liya walked into the small wooden house and lit a poor-quality candle. The thick black smoke choked her to tears.

Richard quietly replaced the flame on the candle with his own flame, and Liya felt much better.

"I grew up in this wooden house." Liya sat on a bed covered with linen and piled firewood in the corner, looking at a portrait on the wooden table, "I grew up in this sad place, and I mother together."

"She was already dead. She was tied to the stake, poured with oil and a fire, and was simply burned to charcoal. The murderer was my father and other villagers."

"The reason for everything is just because she gave birth to me."

Chapter 281 Like a couple

Liya's tone was very calm, as if she was indifferent to this.

"But this is all a long time ago. I am not so sentimental and indulge in these boring things every day. Moreover, my reckoning with them has long been over. They deserve to die and deserve to live."

Liya didn't see any sadness in her body, but slowly relaxed, and even looked cheerful: "At least in this wooden house, I can occasionally recall the relatively beautiful childhood that my mother brought me, and appreciate this group of people." People look at people with angry and hateful eyes, and their whole person will be purified. I like their fear!"

Liya looked at Richard with some dissatisfaction: "But why don't you comfort me? What about the courtesy comfort?"

Richard sat next to Liya and stared at the three-quarter portrait of Nunalia on the wooden table, and said: "You really don't look sad, you are even snickering. You don't need me to lick your wounds." Girl, if I hold you tight and comfort you, you will only feel sick."

Liya punched Richard and said unhappily: "Huh, it's just like Clindina said, no emotion, pathetic!"

"Indeed, as Clindina's only pen pal, Miss Liya knows me very well." Richard took out Clindina's discarded letter and said, "Some people don't mean what they say?"

"Where did you get it?"

"Clintina threw it, but Mrs. Eve saw it when she was cleaning it."

"let me see."

"No, since it is Clintina's scrap, she may not want you to see it."

"I order you to..."

Richard put his finger directly in front of Liya's lips: "Miss Liya is not qualified to order me."

"You..." Liya bit Richard's finger hard and made a "whoosh" sound. Although her eyes were fierce but not fatal.

Richard put his finger into Liya's mouth and said proudly: "You are a commoner now, and I am the master."

"Okay, don't watch it if you don't want to, I don't care." Liya slapped Richard's fingers away. She pushed him away as if she was angry, picked up a basket and stood up.

"what are you going to do?"

"Grab some vegetables and some birds. I'm not a mage. I'll be hungry."

"Do you need help?"

"No need, I can do it myself. This is my home. I can't help but entertain you."

Liya pushed open the door and went out, leaving Richard alone in this small wooden house.

Only then did Richard have more room to observe his surroundings.

The fluffy grass on the roof looks like it has been gnawed by dogs. A few rays of gray and cold sunlight shine in, and you can't feel any temperature.

The walls made of plaster also leaked from all directions, and Richard could be sure that they were the marks of throwing objects and swords. It was obvious that a violent and irreconcilable conflict had broken out here a long time ago.

There are also traces of coke and burned oil, and a fire once swept through this place.

The decoration inside the house can be described as dilapidated and incomplete. Almost none of the clay pots are intact. It can be seen that the owner here was once very poor.

The only comforting thing is that the layout of the house is very neat, and the floor and tables and cabinets are kept clean without too much dust.

All the utensils were arranged neatly and in a very family-like manner. The portrait of Liya's mother was placed in the center of the table, fresh garlands were placed aside, and several pieces of less expensive jewelry were also arranged neatly.

Richard could probably feel that Liya would come back here often, so although the entire wooden house was dilapidated, it was very clean.

Richard acted as carefully as possible. He did not damage the original appearance of the wooden house, but just picked up the portrait and looked at it carefully.

This woman who looked exactly like Liya was not kind. Like Nunalia, she was also thin and tall, with long and narrow eyes, and her dim golden eyes were full of the same gloom and indifference.

The portrait had obviously been torn apart roughly. Perhaps it was originally a family portrait.

Richard had no intention of finding out about Liya's past. Since she had solved all the problems, there was no need for him to comment too much.

After waiting for about a while, there was a burst of noise from the small courtyard at the door.

When Richard went out to take a look, he found that the old woman just now was wandering at the door of the courtyard holding a strange divine emblem, muttering something strange.

"What are you doing?" Richard walked over and found that she was smearing the god's pattern on the fence outside the yard with blood that she got from nowhere.

Richard frowned because this was the emblem of Su Lun, the goddess of the moon.

"Are you a Selun believer?"

"No, I'm not. I'm just avoiding disaster. You...especially you, you have been entangled in conspiracy and fear."

The eyes of this vulgar old pious woman widened, and there was an uncomfortable resentment in her cloudy eyes, just like the nauseating gas regurgitated from her stomach, gurgling in her throat.

She stared at Richard and murmured: "Burn her to death, burn that bitch mother and daughter to death, no...it has failed. Geez, you are all going to die, you all deserve to die."

Richard roughly observed the soul state of this old godly woman and made a simple judgment: "She seems to be crazy."

The old Qian woman suddenly stretched out her withered hands and grabbed Richard's collar: "Birth, giving birth, we must give birth. Only with good enough blood can we be qualified to escape from the prison. If my son cannot give birth, then Let the others…no matter what, there must be a new baby!”

"It's really disgusting." Richard took a few steps back, but the old pious woman followed closely and took out a dirty wooden sculpture from her dirty cloth pocket.

The outline of the wood carving has been blurred by time, but Richard felt an unusual aura in it, as if it contained the power of the gods.

After hesitating for a moment, Richard took the wood carving.

After that, the old godly woman seemed to be relieved, her hateful face slowly softened, and then she left like a zombie.

"Come and help!" Liya's voice came from the intersection. Richard turned around and saw that she was actually pulling a half-human-high chocobo, struggling to drag it home.

This species, which is similar to an ostrich, has a lot of power, and Liya's thin body is obviously a little small in front of it.

One person and one animal were pulling at a [-]-[-] ratio, but as a human, Liya was slightly better after all, moving slowly.

Richard walked over quickly, grabbed Chocobo's slender neck, and said with a wry smile: "Liya, why did you bring her back?"

Liya said naturally: "Eat?"

Richard said: "Don't you know that the meat of Chocobo is very woody and hard? And the meat also has a rancid smell that cannot be covered by spices."

Liya shook her head and said, "Is that so? I don't believe it. You're lying to me. I used to eat this a lot, and my mother used to cook with it."

"Well, you can give it a try. Maybe this variety tastes good."

"Common people, you deal with it, quickly, with magic."

"Sorry I don't have the magic to handle livestock."

"Magic is really useless, so we can only use the most primitive bloodletting?"

Richard said helplessly: "It seems so. I think I must do this job, right?"

Liya said matter-of-factly: "Is it possible to let an elegant and beautiful lady kill the chicken with her own hands? You will definitely feel distressed."

"Okay, okay, my Miss Liya, please go and light the fire and boil the water."

"Tsk, don't make us sound like...husband and wife! But that's not bad, huh, Mrs. Nunalia is not here anyway."

Chapter 282 Liya and Nunalia

Richard skillfully cut the chocobo's neck with a dagger, letting the slightly fishy blood slowly drain away.

After the bloodletting was completed, Richard planned to check whether Liya could make a fire or boil water.

Although this is very simple for ordinary people, it may be a difficult task for Liya who has been pampered for many years.

She won if she didn't set the house on fire.

When Richard approached the kitchen on the side, the scene was indeed similar to what he had imagined. Liya didn't know how to use flint at all, and the fire magic scroll she had used to light candles had been used up.

There were only a few scattered sparks under the forceful collision. She even naively thought that these poor sparks could directly ignite the firewood that had been soaked by rain without the use of wood chips and other combustion accelerants.

After boasting about Haikou, Liya, who has always wanted to be strong, even started to try the clumsiest method of drilling wood to make fire in order not to be laughed at by Richard.

But obviously this is impossible. The thin arms are simply unable to rub the stick at high speed, and even the skin on the palm of the hand is slightly broken due to excessive force due to incorrect posture.

Richard couldn't help but comment: "Liya, you're not drilling wood to make fire, you're just beating sticks."

Liya said without raising her head: "What? It has nothing to do with you, just wait for me."

Richard said happily: "If it doesn't work, I can light a fire, as long as you admit that you can't do this well."

"Impossible." Liya threw away the stick in her hand, then picked up the candle in the living room and tried to light the firewood.

This time the firewood was lit successfully, and an earthen pot filled with water was propped on the flame.

Liya said proudly: "Look, this is wisdom. Nothing can trouble me. But why are you staring at me?"

Richard recalled: "When Clintina and I first went on an adventure in the wild, we looked like this when we first learned to light a fire. I have to say that you guys look really alike."

"Tsk, you seem to be keen on comparing me with that idiot Clintina?" Liya was very dissatisfied, and she leaned against Richard tiredly.

After she got rid of her identity as Lady Nunalia, she seemed to be closer to Richard, and her narrow temper also improved slightly.

Richard sat on the hay with her and asked, "Was your name originally Liya?"

"How did you know?"

"There is a paragraph written behind the portrait of your mother. Unfortunately, it has been blurred over time and the original meaning cannot be restored. It is probably a blessing to you."

"I hope so, but it's more likely to be a curse. Mothers are rarely kind to people." Liya was obviously a little impatient. She didn't seem to like Richard discussing his mother too much.

She changed the subject abruptly and said disgustedly: "You, the hopeless wife addict, haven't been looking at my mother's portrait just now, have you? Can you even be attracted to someone who has been dead for 30 or [-] years?"

Richard said helplessly: "Ahem, okay, it's all in the past anyway."