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

"Oh, is there any? Then I will continue."

"The god with three snow-white wings couldn't bear to be ravaged by the snow monster in the snow field. During the day, while the snow monster was resting in the cave, he buried the snow monster in the cave with an avalanche. From then on, he was buried in the cave. No snow monsters are bothering us."

A god with three snow-white wings?

Hearing this information, Elsa's ears suddenly perked up.

Listening to the description of the old man Xie Ni, it seems that this creature is similar to the angel in the Imperial Church, but the angel has two snow-white wings, plus a halo above its head.

Could it be that when the legend arrived here, it was modified by the locals and changed?

But why should we emphasize three wings?

Elsa no longer wanted to be jealous of the intimate behavior between Olivia and Orson, so she pricked up her ears and continued to listen.

"Grandma Serni, you always say it is a god. Does that god have a name?"

"Silly boy, God is God, how can he have a name?"

Chapter Thirteen: Communication Methods

Elsa didn't stand up until the old man finished telling the story.

Then she came to the door.

Orson simply drank the remaining broth and then walked towards the big house in the village. There were still some things that Ilyich had not yet asked clearly.

"Elsa, what's wrong?" Olivia asked doubtfully as she watched Elsa walking over.

Elsa glanced at the door, then shook her head.

"It's not a big deal, but I just heard some of the content in the story when the old woman was telling the children a story."

"for example?"

"A snow monster, and a god with three snow-white wings."

If there are no local historical records, the folklore investigation in many places needs to start from local stories and legends, because the legends passed down orally often mean a very important thing, even after many generations and countless people Adapted, but some historical facts can always be inferred from it.

When Olivia heard Elsa say this, she touched her chin, lowered her head and thought about it. When she raised her head again, she seemed to have understood it.

"Tell me what you have guessed." Elsa asked curiously.

"Hey, guess." Olivia pretended to be profound.

"Guess your size!" Elsa couldn't help but patted Olivia lightly.

After getting along with each other these days, the relationship between the two people has become much closer, and such little jokes are still understandable.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, I'll tell you the truth." Olivia whispered something in Elsa's ear...

At the same time, Orson walked out of the room and after helping the villagers distribute supplies, they gathered at the largest house in the village.

The house in Orson's temporary residence is already big enough. If the weather is severe and the wood needs to be saved for heating, it will not be a problem to sleep ten people, but this big house is even bigger.

Orson made a rough calculation. If they were all standing or sitting, this room should be able to accommodate the entire village.

Of course, there are only young adults in the village now, so it doesn't look very crowded.

At this moment, some firewood was also lit in the house, and the temperature in the house was slightly improved compared to the outside, but it was definitely incomparable to the house where Orson and the others lived. After all, in order to save firewood, even for heating. The indoor temperature only needs to be enough to keep out the cold, it doesn't need to be too warm.

When it's time to rest, everyone will go back to their houses, burn some wood on the stove, drink a sip of hot soup, then get into bed, and try to stay up until the sun comes out during the day, unless they are too cold to stand it. Then add some more firewood to the stove, otherwise you can only use it sparingly.

Orson found the old village chief Ilyich at the big table in the center of the house. He was holding a glass of hot water and drank it slowly.

Orson sat next to Ilyich.

"Old village chief, there are still some things I didn't ask you about just now."

"Oh, please ask."

"Are all the settlements here like yours that have stayed on the snowy plains for generations?"

"No." Ilyich shook his head. "How is it possible? There are only so many people here."

"Young man, remember, Laplanders will never abandon their relatives and companions unless they have to. In other words, even if there are only ten people in a village, there will definitely be some old and some young. If you are in If you encounter a village full of young adults outside, then they are definitely not Laplanders. They are desperadoes from the south who have committed crimes. It is best not to deal with these people. "

"That's it." When Orson heard this, he nodded and silently kept this advice in his heart. "Other than that, is there any other way to distinguish local aborigines from outsiders?"

"Let me think about it..." Ilyich touched his beard, raised his head and thought for a while, and then said: "I have few opportunities to interact with outsiders, but... if there are other ways to identify..."

"People here go hunting in groups. If you meet someone hunting outside, it's probably someone from outside. Don't believe such stupid things as being separated from your friends. We are hunting today. I also saw that there is no possibility of getting separated.”

Population is a very rare resource here. It is very risky for a single person to go out hunting, and it is impossible to pass on experience from the old to the new. Therefore, it is normal to choose to hunt in groups here, just like today. If it were an outsider today, he would probably have been eaten by wolves.

Orson nodded and wrote it down.

"Have you ever dealt with merchants? I see animal furs hanging at the door of every household. You should be waiting for foreign merchants to come and purchase from you, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Ilich nodded. "We have traveling merchants coming here about every few months, and we never use any currency to trade with each other. They send us meat, clothes, daily necessities and firewood, and we exchange them for furs."

"Every time a merchant leaves, we have to hold a banquet to celebrate, but sometimes the merchants come on time and sometimes not, so we can't put all our hopes on these merchants."

"That's right." Orson nodded. "They trade fur with you, how much is the transaction volume?"

"It depends on the quality. On average, a rabbit skin can be exchanged for three pounds of meat, a wolf skin can be exchanged for fifty pounds of meat, and a bear skin can be exchanged for one thousand pounds of meat. It can be exchanged for grain twice as much, and firewood three times as much."

Orson heard this and widened his eyes in surprise.

"What? You think it's too much? Don't think so. We dare not touch wolves and bears, so we can only exchange them with rabbit skins."

But Orson's inner surprise was not because the value was too high, but because the value was too low.

You know, the furs of the Duke of Lucia are famous for their quality. The high-end clothing and furniture of the entire empire cannot be separated from Lucia's furs. Rabbit skins, wolf skins, bear skins and some other animal furs, if according to Ilyich, these fur merchants will make a profit of ten times the cost of reselling rabbit skins, wolf skins, bear skins and other animal furs.

Take a rabbit skin worth three pounds of meat, for example. Outside of Lucia, the price will be twenty times higher. Even if it is bought at the post station, the price will be at least nearly ten times higher.

Orson wanted to speak out and expose the details of the profiteer, but after thinking carefully, he finally didn't say it.

After all, this is their only way to trade with foreign countries. Now the Lison Chamber of Commerce has not yet fully prepared the topographic map and trade routes of Lapland. Various aspects still need to be taken care of by the previous fur merchants. If they are unhappy and the trade is cut off, many villages that rely on the caravan may starve to death.

Of course, most villages should still hold Ilich's idea and be ready to be self-reliant at any time.

"No, no, it's all earned by your hard work. A few dozen pounds of meat... your village will eat it all in one day."

"By the way, I heard you mention those villages of outsiders before. Are they all desperate criminals?"

"Yes." Ilich nodded as a matter of course. "Don't you outsiders all think the same? Which good family would go to such a place?"

"So you really have this idea..."

"No, I didn't. I just said what you think in your heart."

"Besides, those villages are really not doing human things."

"Oh? Do you know something?"

"Well, they will trick ignorant outsiders into the village, and then use all kinds of coercion and inducement to make outsiders their slaves and collect supplies for them every day. Pah."

At this point, Ilyich cursed indignantly.

"They are nothing but inhuman things. They kill both fawns and mother deer. They have killed all the surrounding deer herds. We used to be able to kill one or two deer a week to improve our food, but now it's all gone."

From Ilyich's tone, Orson could clearly hear the hostility of the locals towards outsiders.

"Of course, young man, I'm not talking about you. You're a good person, and I believe you're good people."

"Haha, thank you for your trust, Village Chief Ilyich." Orson said with a smile, then sighed.

At this time, several strong men saw that the atmosphere was a bit depressing and started to make a noise.

"Hey, Village Chief, there's a distinguished guest in our village today. How do you think we should entertain him?"

As soon as he said this, Ilyich's eyes widened and he looked at the noisemaker.

"What do you think you're going to do?"

"I'm not doing that...folklore... thing. It just so happens that you told us stories before, so just tell us the stories you told us before."

"Okay." Ilyich nodded, then looked at Orson beside him, and asked with a smile, "Young man, are you interested in our stories here?"

"Yeah." Orson also smiled and responded. "It's better to say that I came here for this."

"Okay!" Ilyich said this, sat in the middle of the long table, and then patted the table.

"Children, come sit down! I will tell you another story. Today, I am 30 years younger, and so are you! We are all little babies, no one is allowed to leave!"

The atmosphere in the room was very harmonious, and Orson couldn't help but blend in.

Perhaps this is the charm of a small society.

Here, there are no strangers, everyone is familiar, and there are no rules and regulations in the outside world when communicating with each other, which seems very free.

Chapter 14: Fangs

Once upon a time, this place was not a place with abundant water and grass, and the wind and snow were the same for thousands of years. However, compared with the wars and harsh policies in the south, this place can actually be regarded as a paradise.

People who were fleeing from the current situation and war spontaneously gathered here in Lapland. According to rumors, there were more than 200,000 immigrants.

The land carrying capacity of the snowfield was obviously not enough for so many people to survive. After the initial development of the frozen soil failed, most people chose to return to the south, while others chose to go deep into the snowfield and feed themselves with crops from nature.

The number of this group of people is probably less than 20,000 today.

Everyone lives a very primitive life, but they are self-reliant, without labor and taxes. This is an equal society. Everyone lives in equal poverty and does not feel dissatisfied.

In this way, the Laplanders almost live in isolation and have lived and multiplied in the snowfield for thousands of years.

Then, it is an extremely important time node.

Demon invasion.

The barren land of Lapland is not even favored by demons, so the Laplanders miraculously escaped the pursuit of demons, but this does not mean that they are safe.

The arrival of the demon still caused some creatures deep in the snowfield of Lapland to change.

A monster called "Snow Monster" raged on the land of Lapland, and the Laplanders who lived here for generations lived completely under the shadow of this monster.

The walls of the house that could be used to resist wolves and wild bears were fragile when facing the snow monster.

The harpoons, bows and spears used for hunting could not cause any damage to the snow monster's body.

Just like all legends, the appearance of a monster must be accompanied by the arrival of a hero.

The hero with three wings on his back appeared in the legend of the Laplanders.

His gender and appearance have always been a mystery, and everyone has different opinions, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the other party's three snow-white wings.

His arrival helped the Laplanders blow the horn of counterattack, and the snow monster was driven deep into the snowfield, and its servants were also killed by the brave Laplanders.

According to the Laplanders, the three-winged hero forced the snow monster deep into the snowfield, and fought the final battle with the snow monster on the top of the towering snow mountain. The snow monster was finally sealed in the cave of the snow mountain, and Lapland also restored peace.

At the end of the story, the Laplanders also followed the agreement they made with Him, and stayed in the snowfield for generations to protect this land.

This is the information that Orson extracted from Ilich's story after he finished telling it.

Compared with Sherni's fairy-tale description, Ilich's narration is full of epic sense, which makes people feel refreshed.

…

On the other side, Litt and the other two followed the hunter Olaf's footsteps and came to a village.

From a distance, this place is very dazzling in the dark snowfield.

There are about twenty houses here, and every household has a light on, and the chimney is also smoking, indicating the vitality of the village.

"Everyone, wait here for a while. I'll go report the situation to the village chief first." Olaf turned around, looked at the three people, and said with a smile.

"Ah, okay, thank you for your hard work." As the person in charge of external communication in the team, Li Anka nodded politely, and then waited with Lit and Lena.

At this time, a family next door opened the door, and a young man looked at the three people with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Well, hello, may I ask..." Li Anka saw the other party open the door and was about to ask something, but the other party immediately closed the door.

"..."

Seeing this scene, Lit and Lena were stunned for a moment. Lit came to Li Anka and whispered in her ear:

"Li Anka, why do I feel that this village is not normal?"

"Well, I feel the same. The man just looked at us and immediately closed the door. It seems that he doesn't want to communicate with us." Li Anka nodded and agreed.

"Isn't that Olaf very enthusiastic? Why do other people in the village become..."

"I can't say."