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

"I...I am an absolutely good citizen! I only came north because I was wanted for beating the earl's son!" Olaf said.

"What about you?" Li Te said and glanced at Rice.

"I... I was originally a horse bandit, but my brothers were dispersed by the army, so they had to escape here... There are about a dozen people in this village who are my brothers, so I naturally became one of the village bandits. The boss.”

"As for the rest of the people in the village, just like what Olaf said, we have never carried a human life! We have always lived a normal life!"

"You fart!"

At this moment, the door was pushed open by a person.

Li Te still recognized this man as the indifferent villager he met when he first entered the village. At this moment, he looked at Rice with righteous indignation.

Rice was stunned for a moment when he saw the man coming in, and then his face was full of worry.

"Several adults, Rice relied on his large number of men to unite his men to bully the people in the village. Many people here did not come here on their own initiative, but were tricked and abducted by them!"

"Turn around?"

"Well! It's true that the brothers came to the north because they couldn't survive in the south. But they just relied on us being aborigines to trick us into settling here. Then they slowly used their own men to control us, and then they exploited us. , we have to cut trees and hunt for them, and we have to hand over half of the rewards.”

"This... don't be rude. The supplies we collected are of no use to you. They are all hoarded as emergency supplies."

"Oh? Then do you dare to open the warehouse and show us?"

Rice was silent. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

The other party turned his attention to Leeteuk for help.

Li Teuk nodded after hearing this.

"Mr. Rice, where is the warehouse? Open it and take a look? Since you said that half of the hunting supplies they collected were turned in, they should have a lot stored in the warehouse, right?"

"Uh...well..." Rice was about to retort when he saw Lena squinting her eyes and looking at him "kindly".

His hands were trembling, but he finally nodded.

"Then... then I will lead the way, but... adults, please let us go when the time comes. At least... at least spare our lives..."

"Of course." Lit nodded.

Afterwards, several people came to the warehouse.

Looking at the empty warehouse, Rice finally knelt down.

"I'm sorry, I did use the authority of the village chief to enrich myself. I am guilty, please forgive me..."

"Spare you? Okay." Li nodded.

Although she was still very angry inside, she thought about it and was ready to spare him.

Lianka and Lena would not want to kill all these people, they were not heinous.

But at the same time, they also need to get the lessons they deserve.

"Let me think about it..." Li Te thought for a while, and then said: "Mr. Rice, you have been the village chief for so long, is it time for you to step aside?"

"Yes! Yes, I will never be the village chief here again."

"Then, you can also stay in the village, but as civilians, you can no longer bully others. Otherwise...you know we have ninth-level people, right? You have to try to see how far you can run before we can't find you. You?"

"No, no, no, I definitely won't dare!" Rice shook his head quickly.

Seeing that his threat had worked, Li nodded.

"Go back first. You can make arrangements for the village affairs internally. Of course, you people who bully the people have no right to participate."

With that said, Lite took Lianka and Lena back to the original house.

They want to gather other people in the village to discuss the future affairs of the village.

Chapter 18: The Lonely God (5K)

"Good morning, Orson."

Early in the morning, Orson saw Ilyich chopping firewood at the door.

"Aren't you afraid that the wood will freeze hard?"

Orson shouted loudly through the wind and snow.

"It's okay, even if it freezes into stone, I can split it open." Ilyich said this and smiled.

Orson walked up to Ilyich, watched him chop wood for a while, and then asked: "Village Chief Ilyich, have you ever heard of the temple deep in the snowfield? It is dedicated to honoring the man who transformed you from the snow monster. The temple of the hero saved by his hand.”

"You said this...I think I've heard of it, but...you know, it's already difficult for us to survive on our own, let alone worship. In my generation, basically no one tries to go to the temple. It’s a pilgrimage, isn’t it right…”

As Ilyich said this, he suddenly stared directly at Orson.

"If you hadn't mentioned the temple, I, a local, wouldn't even remember it. How did you know about it?"

His tone was much colder than the enthusiasm just now.

When Orson saw this, he realized that he had made a mistake, so he thought of an excuse in a hurry.

"That... is actually because I... I had heard about this before I came here." Orson explained.

"Although the outside world knows very little about Lapland, we have compiled some clues through the various stories he brought back from merchants. After all, this fur trade route has lasted for thousands of years, hasn't it?"

After hearing Orson's explanation, Ilich finally let down his guard and said, "It is indeed as you said. When I was young, the older generation would occasionally mention the sacrifice. When I was young, the elders in the village would hold a celebration at the beginning of each year, which was not only to liven up the atmosphere in the village, but also to worship the gods."

"But, as you can see, as the older generation in the village goes away, fewer and fewer of us believe in God, and gradually, we don't mention this matter anymore."

"Why?" Orson asked puzzled. "Didn't he help you drive away the snow monster that was raging in the snowfield? Isn't he your hero?"

"Yes, of course he is our hero, but apart from this rumor, there is nothing else, especially since I have led the village for decades."

Ilich put down the axe in his hand and moved his shoulders.

"In these years of fighting against nature, I have become more and more aware that although the heroes in the legend saved us at that time, the road we walked later was made by ourselves."

"Fighting against the wind and snow, fighting against wild beasts, are all the results of our tribe's self-reliance. No one can protect us for a lifetime. If we don't work hard, no matter how powerful the believers are, it will be useless."

"Okay, if your goal is to go to that temple, go find old lady Sherni. She is older than me. When I was just beginning to remember things, she was already an adult and started to prepare for the sacrifice. She should know more."

As he said this, Ilich pointed to a house in the village.

"That's where she lives. Remember not to be too impatient when knocking on the door. She moves slowly."

"Okay." Hearing this, Orson nodded and prepared to turn around and leave.

"By the way." Ilich suddenly stopped Orson.

Orson stopped, turned around, looked at Ilich, and asked in confusion: "Village Chief Ilich, is there anything else?"

"... After you know the information about the temple, just go directly. You can take away any needs from the village warehouse, but please do us a favor."

"Please go ahead."

"If you really go to the temple, please tell the gods for me that we have not forgotten Him, but we need to inherit His will and live better. He lives in the legends of each generation of us."

Ilich's expression was very sincere. Orson looked at him and then nodded in understanding.

"I know, don't worry, I will definitely convey your meaning to the gods."

...

Osen came to Sherni's house. He knocked on the door. After making sure that the sound of his knocking could be heard by the people in the house, Orson waited quietly at the door.

Five minutes passed, and the door was still not opened.

Orson thought of what Ilyich had just told him, and he was not impatient, but continued to wait in the snow.

Ten minutes later, the snow gradually became heavier, and Orson did not move, with some snow covering his shoulders and head.

The door still did not open.

Ten minutes later, with Orson's breathing, the snow covering his body was shaken off, briefly covering his sight.

When Orson could see the front again, there was a creaking sound of the door opening.

At the door, an old woman with wrinkles stood there, looking at Orson in front of her, her eyes full of surprise.

"Ah... Are you... a guest from outside? Oh, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time, come in quickly."

As she said this, she quickly made way for Orson to walk into the house.

"It's okay, I've only been here for a short time." Orson smiled, brushed off the snow on his body, and then walked into the room.

"I was still lying in bed when I heard the knock on the door. Please forgive me for being so slow at my age. It was so late when I changed my clothes and prepared to open the door."

"It's okay. If I knew it was so inconvenient for you, Grandma Shernie, I would wait until you got up before coming to see you." Orson also politely gave him a way out.

"Okay, young man, tell me, what are you doing here?"

Shernie said this and brought the kettle on the stove to the table.

"I would like to ask, Grandma Shernie, do you know where the temple of the three-winged god worshipped by the Laplanders is?"

Shernie was about to pour a cup of hot water for Orson. When she heard what Orson said, she was stunned for a moment, and the movement of her hands also stagnated.

Afterwards, she continued to complete her actions and then sat opposite Orson.

"Young man, why are you asking this question? Where are you going?"

"Of course, I think that the story of this hero should not only be passed down among the Laplanders, but also serve as a role model for other people in the empire."

"So, I am going to go to that temple and record his deeds for future generations to admire."

Hearing this, Shernie took a sip of the water cup in her hand and smiled.

"Young man, I am old and I don't remember some things clearly, but are you sure you are worshipping instead of stealing?"

"We never dare to steal from the temple of the gods."

"Okay, then I will think about it and see if I can find some useful information from your head over the past few decades."

After listening, Orson thanked him politely and then began to wait quietly for Shernie.

"I seem to have a clue." Shernie said, gesturing with her fingers a few times, and continued: "I remember that when I was young, the adults said that the greatest thing and the most glorious mission of a Laplander was to protect the holy land surrounded by mountains."

"That holy land is said to be the place where the hero who saved Laplande and sealed the snow monster."

"The towering snow-capped mountains and the bottomless ice caves. This is the description of the holy land I heard at that time."

"But don't take it to heart. You have seen Lapland. It is a vast expanse of white everywhere. Where can you find towering snow-capped mountains and bottomless ice caves?" Shernie said with a smile.

"This kind of thing originally only exists in the legends of our locals. Every village and even every person may have their own version. It is not counted. Just listen to it."

"Okay, thank you, Grandma Shernie." Orson said this, stood up, and thanked Shernie.

"Young man, are you...really going there?" Shernie asked in surprise after seeing Orson's reaction.

Orson nodded.

"We have to try, right? If there is a mountain deep in the snowfield, it must be the holy land you mentioned."

"But...it will be colder there. We locals are not used to the environment there. You outsiders..."

"We have to try. After all, He should not want to be forgotten, right?"

"After thousands of years of freezing, He should be very lonely, right?"

After Orson left these two ambiguous words, he bowed again to thank her, and then left Shernie's house.

Shernie looked at the door, and the light in her pupils suddenly faded a little.

"Alas, young man." She said this, shook her head, and then lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.

Orson returned to his temporary residence. Elsa and Olivia had also packed their luggage at this time. Orson told them early in the morning that they would go to the depths of the snowfield today regardless of whether they got further information or not.

"Orson, you're back? How's the situation? Did you get any useful information?" Olivia asked first when she saw Orson coming back.

"Well, but it might be difficult to go." Orson said this, repeating what Sherni said to the two.

"..." Elsa thought for a while after hearing Orson's words, and then said worriedly: "Since the other party has said so, will it be similar to the barrier set up by Limusa in the desert, and ordinary people can't pass through directly."

"We have to try, right? Besides, since Teacher Triss allowed us to go deep into the snowfield, it proves that she should have known some of the situation in advance. It shouldn't be dangerous, but it will be a lot more difficult."

Olivia shook her head when she heard this.

"I don't mind the difficulties, but do you really believe what an old man says? There is no comparison, just one-sided words. What if we don't find any 'snow-capped mountains towering into the clouds, bottomless ice caves'?"

"That depends on how deep the locals' faith in their gods is."

"After all, it was the existence that saved their lives. If they can't even remember the address of the temple, then I have to feel sad for this god. Even when I went to the desert, a small tribe of orcs had a map leading to the Limusa Temple."