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

"No, no, no." Orson shook his head.

"Of course I am a folklorist, but similarly, if I am not in good health, how can I travel through mountains and rivers and overcome obstacles to get here?" Orson patted his body.

"I'm very strong. Although I'm not good at fighting, it's no problem to knock down one or two adults. Give me a weapon and I can contribute to the village. Even if it doesn't work, I can give it to you. Moving things, right?”

"...But we didn't do you any good." The village chief said hesitantly.

"Your willingness to take us in is the greatest help." Orson said with a smile. "And we will stay here for a few more days. During this time, I hope to have a good relationship with you."

Orson said this and took out another book from his arms.

"In addition, as I said, I am a folklorist, so I need to understand your way of life. Being able to survive in such a harsh environment is a great thing, isn't it?"

"..."

Hearing what Orson said, the old village chief nodded, then took off the bow and arrow from his waist and handed it to Orson.

"Can you shoot an arrow?"

"A little bit."

"Well, then you can just follow us." The village chief said and returned to the front of the team.

Afterwards, without any impassioned speeches or inspiring slogans, this team of more than a dozen young and middle-aged men and women walked out of the village, carrying the hope of the whole village in the vast white snowfield. Looking for life.

Orson carried a bow and arrow and walked at the end of the team. Looking at the man in front of him, he began to talk to him.

"Big brother, how old are you this year?"

"..." The man tilted his head and glanced at Orson, then turned his head again.

"Try not to talk when hunting." He left this advice, and then ignored Orson.

Looking at the other party's reaction, Orson sighed helplessly.

There is no way, maybe the other person's lifestyle is like this.

Chapter 11: The situation is tense

In the snowfield, a location that allows a village to temporarily settle down must have its own specific advantages.

Like here, because of the leeward, sunny, low terrain and other reasons, the natural conditions are relatively good in the snowfield.

But even humans know that the conditions here are good, and various animals naturally move around here.

In addition to non-aggressive creatures such as snowshoe hares and fish, wolves, eagles, bears and other creatures are also active here. They are both prey and competitors of humans.

This time they came out to collect firewood and food. The reason why a large team came here was to be wary of wolves that might also hunt together, or strong bears.

When they went out before, it was because they encountered an extremely abnormal number of wolves that both Goodwin's parents were buried in the snowfield.

About an hour passed after leaving the village, and everyone came to a coniferous forest.

In the cold snowfield, only this kind of cold-resistant trees can barely survive. A few people with axes came out and began to chop down the books in the coniferous forest and collect them back for daily use of making fires for cooking and heating. use.

Others were on alert around the coniferous forest to see if they could catch any prey.

This lasted for three hours, and the woodcutter changed one group after another. Even Orson went up and chopped wood for half an hour. In order to prevent the villagers from being suspicious, he did not deliberately cut his wood in front of everyone. His strength was revealed, but he was just a little more efficient than ordinary people.

Even so, he still got the approval of the old village chief.

The old village chief came to Orson and looked at him with a slight sweat on his forehead, without hiding his admiration.

"Young man, you are very skilled. Do you usually work less?"

"It's all just brute force." Orson wiped his sweat and said casually.

"By the way, old gentleman, I haven't asked your name yet. My name is Orson. What's yours?"

"Me? You can call me Ilyich." The old man said, took the ax from Orson's hand, handed it to another man who was resting, and then started chatting with him.

"You said you were a folklorist earlier, right?"

"Yes." Orson nodded.

"Then I can't talk to you now. Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"Well... we may have to talk for a while." Orson said this, straightened out his thoughts, and then said:

"First of all, the climate and environment in Lapland are really harsh. Even if you move four to five hundred kilometers south, the climate and environment will be much better. Haven't you people in the village thought about moving south?"

"Moving south?" Irich heard Orson say this, touched his beard, and then shook his head.

"Of course there are people in our village who have thought this way, but most people don't think so."

"If we are used to warmth, then when we encounter severe cold or wind and snow again, we will no longer get used to them. Instead, we will hate and hate them, so of course we will not want to leave."

"Why? Obviously you don't have to do this." Orson asked doubtfully. "Of course I appreciate and respect your good character of enduring hardship and standing hard, but...you don't have to bear this kind of hardship."

"Really?" Ilyich said, shaking his head.

"I don't think so."

"Why?"

"In my previous generation and the generation before that, they have been instilling a truth in us since we were young, and they have been passing it on to us."

"The environment of this world will never remain unchanged. When the environment becomes bad, only those who have adapted to the bad environment in advance can withstand the difficulties and survive."

As he said this, Ilich looked at Orson and pointed to the coniferous forest.

"Take this forest for example. In the two warmest months of the year, when the snow melts, they will take advantage of this limited time to take root and sprout, and continue to grow, so that they can withstand the following severe cold and snow. If it were the trees of you southerners, they would not be able to withstand it at all, right?"

"This kind of tree can still survive in the south, but what about the trees in the south when they go to the north?"

Of course, Orson also understood this simple truth, but Orson still asked in confusion:

"Of course I understand what you said, but there is one thing I can't understand. Are you so sure that in the future, the environment will be so bad that humans can't survive?"

"Yeah." Ilich nodded. "Prepare for a rainy day, that's what you southerners say, even though it never rains in the snow. We are not like you who can train so many powerful magicians and warriors. They have good physiques and may survive when the environment deteriorates in the future, or even live better than us, but there are also a lot of ordinary people in the south, right?"

"We don't want to be like them, so we can only survive here."

"..." Orson was silent after hearing this.

He already had a certain understanding in his heart.

The concept rooted in Ilich's heart, and even in the hearts of all local Laplanders, is probably related to their beliefs.

Perhaps the gods they believe in have issued an oracle, the content of which is that there will be an apocalypse in the future, and the environment of the entire continent will deteriorate. In this case, only by adapting to the changing climate in advance can they survive in the future. This is why most Laplanders are unwilling to go south.

But there may also be human factors.

That is the political factor in the south.

When you go to the south, you will not only be managed, but also discriminated against.

Orson was familiar with history books, and naturally knew all the past of the Duke of Lucia.

In order to launch his war of conquest, their ambitious duke imposed numerous taxes to support his army.

A harsh government is more ferocious than a tiger. Perhaps compared to being oppressed to death in the south, many outsiders came here because of policy factors.

Later, in order to prevent their descendants from suffering in the south, they wove this white lie.

The specific reason may have to be asked further.

When Orson was thinking about this, he was about to ask questions about religious beliefs when a wolf howl came from deep in the woods.

It was getting dark, and everyone was about to go back to the village after finishing this batch. They had caught a lot of wood and prey, enough for the next week. However, at this time, the wolf pack targeted the villagers.

After the wolf howl, more than a dozen wolves rushed out of the woods for a while, and behind them, there seemed to be countless companions.

Ilich stood up instantly, holding the hunting knife on his waist and standing at the front of the team, nervously watching the movements of the wolf pack in front of him.

Chapter 12: Three Wings

The wolf pack and the villagers confronted each other, and neither side chose to take the initiative.

The two sides confronted each other for several minutes, and no one dared to relax their vigilance.

It was at this time that another wolf howl came from behind the wolf pack, and then the wolf pack in front of the villagers turned around and retreated back to the woods.

It was also at this time that the people in the village breathed a sigh of relief.

Although humans are much larger than wolves, in such harsh areas, even ordinary wound infections may cost a person's life. Therefore, everyone tried not to fight as much as possible, and just confronted the wolf pack, keeping out of the way.

At this time, the pack animals that set out from the village also came over with wooden carts. Everyone put the supplies on the carts and then walked back.

Orson also rushed to Ilich at this time.

"Village Chief Ilich, what happened just now? Why did the wolves retreat?"

"Sometimes it happens. If we have fewer people, the wolves may attack, but with our number, the wolf king also has to consider whether other wolves around will take the opportunity to swallow us up."

Ilich walked on the snow and answered with a smile.

"Don't look at wolves as beasts. They are not stupider than humans. Like humans, they like to stick together. They also have their own tribe and territory awareness. They don't recognize other wolf packs."

"Of course I know this."

Osen nodded to show his understanding.

If there was a battle just now, it would be normal for the villagers to suffer losses if Orsen did not use his strength. It is also a good thing for Orsen to avoid fighting as much as possible.

Then Orsen followed the team back to the village silently. At the entrance of the village, people unloaded the supplies on the carts pulled by the pack animals.

The firewood on this large cart weighs at least a thousand pounds, which is quite a burden for the beasts of burden. When it is transported to the homes, each household can only get about fifty pounds of firewood. Therefore, most people spend most of the daytime eating and heating in the big room in the village except for going home to sleep at night, which can save firewood.

As for the food that the villagers on the return trip carried more or less in their hands, for a village of forty or fifty people, even if you save a little, you won't be able to eat for long.

Therefore, frequent hunting is considered daily life here.

The collective system is also the optimal solution to the system here.

When Orson watched each household leave only a little firewood in their room and carry the other firewood to a big house in the center, he got a rough idea of ​​the living conditions in this village.

It is the optimal solution under the current environment. If they decide to live here forever, then they can only do this.

Of course, by the time everyone returned to the village, it was already dark. Orson saw that the only lighted place in the village at the moment was the house where he lived temporarily. He called the village chief Ilyich. After saying hello, he returned to his temporary residence.

As soon as the door was opened, there were many more people in the room than during the day.

In addition to children, many elderly people also gathered here. Orson was not unhappy about this. On the contrary, this just achieved his purpose.

Keeping Elsa and Olivia here was also the right choice. The two people used their social skills and were chatting with an old woman here. Children also gathered around the two people.

After seeing Orson open the door and come in, some people obviously felt a little embarrassed and avoided looking at them.

Orson didn't say anything. He stood at the door. Seeing this, Olivia got up and came to him.

"You're back?" she said, stepping forward and gently brushing off the snow on Orson's clothes.

"Yeah." Orson nodded.

"Did you get any useful information while hunting outside?"

"A little bit, but I didn't ask in detail. I'll tell you in detail later when it gets dark."

"Okay." Olivia nodded. After checking that there were no wrinkles in Orson's clothes, she raised her head and looked at Orson with satisfaction. "Nothing unexpected happened, right?"

"Yes, but it's not a big problem. We encountered a pack of wolves, but they didn't attack. They were probably afraid of us."

"Okay, you've been out for such a long time, so I guess you haven't eaten." Olivia said this, turning back and handing a bowl of soup on the stove to Orson. "I left a bowl of broth for you. I'm sorry. The environment in the snowfield is like that. There aren't many condiments. I'll make do with it. I'll make it for you when I go out. You can eat as much as you want."

"That's what you said." Orson took the bowl with a smile, and then drank the soup in one gulp.

Olivia looked helpless when she saw Orson's actions, then took out a handkerchief from her arms, handed it to Orson's mouth, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, in the room, except for Elsa who kept staring at the two people's affectionate behavior, everyone else gathered around the old woman and listened to her story.

This old woman seems to be a senior figure in the village. The wrinkles on her face are like the growth rings of an old tree, indicating her longevity.

At this moment, she was telling the children the story of the snow monster. While listening to the story, Elsa watched the interaction between Olivia and Orson. For some reason, she felt a little dissatisfied.

At this time, the two of them are still flirting.

Huh, they are indeed an unmarried couple. They are really a model couple.

It seemed that even Elsa herself didn't realize that she had a hint of jealousy and jealousy. However, a term reached Elsa's ears at this time.

"Children, guess who drove the snow monster away in the end?"

"Grandma Sherney, you have told us this story ten thousand times, and my ears are starting to feel numb!" a child complained.