My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

However, the other party just stopped where he was, looking at Lianka.

Lianka's nerves were highly tense. At this moment, another footsteps came from the distance.

"Hello, are you from outside?"

A man's voice sounded, and then he approached.

Under the light of the fire, the man's slightly aged face appeared in front of Lianka. He was a tall, middle-aged man with a lot of clothes wrapped around him. At this moment, he was carrying a tall and tall head on his back. He was about the size of a moose.

And the owner of those glowing eyes is a northern sled dog.

Now it was also close, sitting by the fire, wagging its tail at Lianka.

Seeing that the other party was a human being who could take the initiative to communicate, Lianka relaxed a lot, and Li Te and Lena who were sleeping in the tent were also woken up at this moment.

"Ah, it turns out they are three little girls." The middle-aged man said this, showing a simple and honest smile.

"I am the hunter here. You can call me Olaf. Our village is nearby. Do you want to come to our village as a guest?" Olaf said, pointing to the moose behind him. "I chased this big guy a little far today. It was already dark when I came back, but I am familiar with the roads here and know where to go without wolves. Do you want to come with me?"

Lee Teuk and Lena also woke up at this time. After listening to each other's words, they looked at each other, their eyes still filled with vigilance.

It is certainly not impossible to have a village in the harsh snowfield. After all, humans are social animals and always stick together.

It's just that this kind of village needs to move frequently, because the number of animals in an area is limited, and if there is not enough food, they will migrate to find a new area to make their home.

"But it's so late, and there will be strong winds in the snowfield at night. How about you stay here all night and wait until dawn before setting off?" Lianka suggested at this time.

"Oh, it's okay, look," he said, pointing to the northern sled dog next to him.

"Her name is Lado. She has walked this road many times and knows the way back even at night. Don't worry. It's only two or three hours away from our village. You can rest there when you get there. We have a lot of vacant houses there. It’s better to sleep in a house than to sleep in the wild, right?”

Hearing what Olaf said, Lena and Lianka suddenly had the idea of ​​following him. Although Lite felt a little suspicious, he nodded.

She and Lianka are both powerful, not to mention Lena. Even if the other party is cheating, the three of them can easily resolve it.

So, under the leadership of the hunter Olaf, the three people followed him to the village where he lived.

Chapter 9: Staying in Snow Village

Orson led Olivia and Elsa as they walked toward the academy deep in Lapland. On the seventh day, they finally found a village.

The entire village was covered in white snow. If Orson hadn't used a magic flying carpet to rise into the sky and observe the surrounding terrain, he might not have been able to discover the village.

When a few people approached the village, the beast of burden domesticated by the villagers let out a dull low cry, warning the villagers.

This beast of burden is similar to a rhinoceros, but its body is covered with a large amount of fine, thick hair to maintain body temperature in such cold conditions.

Sure enough, not long after the cry, the doors of several wooden houses were opened, and some men in thick coats walked out. They were holding bows and arrows, or holding axes, and looked at Ou with unkind expressions. There are several people in the forest.

Orson was the first to react. He raised his hands towards the opponent from a distance, indicating that he was not hostile, and then slowly walked forward.

Seeing this, the other party quickly sent a few people to come forward.

Even after seeing Orson's actions, the opponent still did not lower his vigilance and still held the weapon tightly in his hand.

They didn't stop until they were within ten steps.

"Stranger?" asked an old man with a white beard.

Although the old man is old, his figure is still tall and straight, and he has a strong and mature posture.

Judging from the young and middle-aged people around him, the status of the other party should not be low.

"Yes." Orson nodded, and then continued: "Wise and brave Lapland ancestors, please allow me to offer you my high respect here. We are southern folklorists. We are here. In order to compile your stories, we are very interested in your way of life, your heroes, and your gods. After recording, your stories will be told throughout the continent. "

Seeing that Orson made his purpose clear, the old man narrowed his eyes as if he was thinking about something, and then nodded.

"So, tell me, what do you need?" he asked.

"We don't need supplies, food, or shelter. Of course, if you can provide it, we will certainly be grateful to you, but as I said before, we only need stories. I believe that in the vast Lapland, you will definitely There are many stories that have been told from ancient times to the present, and these are the only ones we need to understand.”

"Okay." The old man nodded, and then motioned to the young men behind him to put down their weapons.

Orson gave him a good feeling. Although there was no real sense of intimacy, this polite attitude did make people feel comfortable when communicating.

"There is a vacant house in the village. The owner there passed away last month. If you don't mind, you can live there." The old man said, pointing in a direction.

There are less than twenty houses in this village, most of which are made of earth or wood. Although they are not very effective in keeping out the cold, it is enough to light a fire inside.

"Thank you, generous old gentleman." When Orson heard what the other party said, he quickly thanked him.

"But these are not without cost." The other party then added.

"When you are staying in the village temporarily, you cannot disturb other people. I don't care whether you are here to take notes or for other purposes. Once you disturb our normal life, you will leave here immediately. Do you understand?"

"Of course we know this." Orson nodded, and then led Olivia and Elsa to the abandoned house following the other's guidance.

Because it is in a snowfield, even if the house has been abandoned for a long time, there are no insects and there is not much dust. After a brief cleaning, it can be regarded as freeing up space for three people to live in.

"Orson, are you so good at chatting?" Elsa sat on a wooden chair, looking at Orson who was taking out the ashes, and sighed.

"It feels like those people just wanted to drive us away, but after you said this, they were happy to keep you here."

"Yes, if it were me who was in charge of the negotiation, the result might be different." Olivia also agreed.

"This is the charm of language." Orson said with a smile.

"We all look respectable, but we are incompatible with the people here. They will definitely think that we will talk to them arrogantly and condescendingly. But in fact, after I lower my posture, the contrast will make They think we are kind, of course, and that is actually the case." Orson explained, after cleaning up the ashes, he put them in a wooden basin and buried them in the snow outside.

If you want to save trouble, of course it would be most convenient to go outside, but the impact this would have on others is not very good.

After Orson came back from the door, he pointed to the location of the stove.

"When we light the fire to cook next, the house will be much warmer."

"I know that stoves are also needed in the winter in Prussia."

Although aristocratic homes have magic facilities that can ensure a constant and comfortable temperature, ordinary people have stoves in their homes. Olivia has seen them during her inspection, and this thing is not new.

"Then we have to go and question them now?" Elsa asked at this time.

"No need." Orson shook his head.

"When we came in just now, I took a look on both sides. Most of the people in the village looked at us a little warily, probably because they were afraid that we would be detrimental to them."

Orson explained.

There is no way, after all, in the snowfield, even within the village, internal strife may occur due to competition for some key resources, not to mention the conflict between outsiders and locals.

In this case, knocking on their door rashly will only be considered harassment and no effective information will be obtained.

"Then what are we going to do now?"

"Just live here quietly."

Orson said this, took out a bundle of firewood from his backpack, placed it at the bottom of the stove, and lit it with a fire starter.

"Your Highness Elsa, you haven't experienced living in a house like this, right? Just think of it as a novel experience."

When Elsa heard what Orson said, although she felt a little anxious, she still nodded obediently.

Then, Orson stewed the broth on the stove. For a while, the whole house was filled with the smell of meat, and the temperature gradually became warmer as the fire burned.

Orson's plan is simple.

When he first entered the village, he observed that many people's chimneys were not smoking.

This situation means that there is insufficient firewood in the village and many people have no way to heat their houses.

If they see smoke coming out of their chimneys, they will naturally want to come here to keep warm.

And what kind of person can't resist temptation?

Of course the first ones to bear the brunt are the children.

Chapter 10: Hunting Team

Although Orson's plan was good, after all, the children were still watched by adults, so it was not until two hours had passed and the house had warmed up for a while that Orson heard footsteps coming from the snow around him. Voice.

However, the other party did not walk in directly, but lingered at the door, seeming to be hesitating.

Orson opened the door. At this time, several children appeared at the door of the house.

In terms of age, they range from five to twelve years old.

The oldest boy saw Orson opening the door and quickly protected the younger children behind him.

Orson looked at the other party's subconscious reaction, smiled, and then asked: "What are you doing here?"

"..."

The boy was silent for a moment, then pointed to the chimney.

"I see you are lighting a fire here."

"Um, so what?"

"It should be warmer in the house. We want to come here and sit."

The boy directly stated his purpose.

Afterwards, he thought he would be rejected by Orson, but to his surprise, Orson nodded directly.

"Okay, you can come in."

Orson said this and took the initiative to give up his position to several people.

The boy glanced at Orson hesitantly, then came to the door of the room. After watching all the children enter the room, he turned his head and looked at Orson.

"Um...thank you."

"It's okay." Orson shook his head.

The faces of several children were a little red from the cold in the snow. Although Orson was not a compassionate person, he didn't mind helping them in this situation.

What's more, he has his own purpose in contacting them.

Orson and the boy also entered the room.

"Little guy, what's your name?" Orson asked.

"Goodwin," the boy answered.

After entering the room, the sudden rise in temperature made the boy's nose feel sticky. After sniffing, he glanced at the room, looking a little nostalgic.

"Have you ever stayed in this house?" Orson asked curiously when he saw this.

"Yes." Goodwin nodded, and then explained: "My parents and I lived here before, but before our tribe went out to hunt, we were targeted by wolves, and my parents died in the wolves. intrusion."

"Since then, I have lived at Natasha's sister's house and been adopted by their family." Goodwin said, pointing to the brown-haired boy who was sitting by the fire with several other children not far away. girl.

"Poor kid." Orson sighed after hearing this, and patted Goodwin's shoulder gently.

In this kind of village, every life is a precious resource. The loss of two prime-age laborers can have a considerable impact on the village.

"Nothing." Goodwin shook his head expressionlessly. "This is the destiny of each of us Laplanders. We should devote ourselves to Fengxue throughout our lives and return to Fengxue after death. This is what my parents taught me."

"Fengxue..." Orson nodded, silently remembering this information in his heart. Then, he looked at Olivia and Elsa and winked at them.

When they were in the room just now, Orson had discussed the next arrangements with the two of them.

Olivia and Elsa make friends with the children, while Orson tries to join the village hunt and do something to help the villagers.

When the two saw Orson looking over, they nodded clearly and made a gesture.

"Goodwin, there is broth on the stove. If you get hungry later, share some." Orson patted Goodwin on the shoulder. "I'm going to go out first. During this time, you can chat, play games, etc. with the two sisters here. There will be enough firewood."

After saying this, Orson turned around and walked out of the room.

Arriving at the entrance of the village, sure enough, the villagers gathered at the door of a large house, and the leader was the old man who had previously received Orson and his party.

It has been dawn for four hours now, and the day is already halfway through. After each family has finished their chores, it is time to organize hunting and gathering resources.

When Orson first entered the village, he knew that the supplies in the village were almost running out, so today the adults must be organized to go out. It is precisely because of this that the children were able to sneak out and sneak to the door of the temporary residence of Orson and others. .

When the villagers saw Orson approaching, they all looked at him with doubts.

"Sorry, everyone, I have no hostility, I just want to participate in your hunting this time, is it okay?"

"Didn't you say you were a folklorist? Someone who wields a pen and goes hunting?" The old village chief frowned when he heard Orson's words.

"Or, what you told me before were all lies. You are not a folklorist at all? Are you a mercenary? Or a fugitive?"

Hearing what the old village chief said, the other villagers immediately put their hands on their weapons. Although their weapons were crudely made and dilapidated, there was no intention of shrinking back at all on their faces.