Fool's old attack is a wolf god

Roy asked: "To save them?"

"Well," Adolf nodded firmly, "act at night."

"The house with the yard?" Roy rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Sick orcs? And this farmer is still trying his best to save them?"

Adolf was taken aback when he heard the words: "Huh?"

When the sound of footsteps came, the two of them shut their mouths together, and the middle-aged man who came forward with the quilt froze in his footsteps: "You guys... sorry, I forgot the key, please come with me, both of you."

Roy was carrying the luggage, Adolf was holding the children, and the two followed the middle-aged man side by side.

Roy opened his mouth after deliberation: "May I ask, is the patient you mentioned earlier...?"

"It's my wife and daughters. They just had a fever at first, but then..." the middle-aged man unlocked the door, took the key and handed it to Roy. He frowned uncomfortably, "Many people in this area have a fever." It is said that the doctors in the city already have a cure for this disease, but my son who took the medicine has not come back yet..."

"Since there are preventive measures, you don't have to worry too much." Roy said, "Maybe your son will be back before evening."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sound of horseshoes outside the door. The middle-aged man looked eager, and after handing the quilt to Adolf, he hurried out of the room.

"Those sick orcs are most likely the wives and children of this human being," Roy looked at Adolf, "How do you think it would be better to save them?"

Adolf walked to the door and saw the farmer anxiously asking the young man on the horse from a distance. The man scratched his head and showed a smiling face. He pulled out a small cloth bag from his side, and there was a crisp collision between the shakes. Voice.

"That young man is also an orc," Adolf frowned. "They are already a family, and I can't break them up."

Roy nodded in agreement, and said persuasively, "What do you think next?"

Adolf thought about it for a moment: "There are also some orcs locked up on the other side of the yard. Those people may need help. Let's check the situation at night."

While Roy was playing with the children, Adolf made the bed. At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a young male voice said, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, father asked me to call you for dinner."

The two looked at each other, got up and opened the door.

Roy led Benson, Adolf hugged Blaise, and they came to the dinner table with the young man.

Roy looked around calmly for a week, and he said, "Are your wife and children getting better? Why don't you invite them to have dinner together?"

The farmer's father and son paused in unison, and the one with deep decree lines spoke first: "They just finished drinking the medicine and lay down. My son will bring some food up later, please don't worry."

Roy nodded in understanding, and looked at the plate in front of him. There were some boiled peas and cabbage, a small piece of cheese, two slices of rye bread, a black pancake, and a glass of milk.

One of the black cakes caught Roy's attention, it smelled of blood, if he guessed right... He cut a piece and put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up: "Is this black pudding?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head in shame: "Yes, that's black pudding made of beef blood, oats, casings, and nutmeg... Sorry, our family can't afford meat, so we can only eat these."

"I like this." Roy cut another piece and fed it to Blaise. "It tastes like my hometown."

Blaise took a bite and smiled happily. Obviously, she also likes this taste because of her blood heritage.

Hearing Roy's words, Adolf pulled back the black pancake that had been left aside. He cut a small piece and put it in his mouth. His whole body trembled and he swallowed it with difficulty.

Roy laughed angrily at his exaggerated actions, and picked up the black pudding from his plate: "You don't have to force me to eat it if you don't like it."

As he spoke, he tried to feed the black pudding to Benson again, and Benson slurped it without any hesitation, without any disgust at all.

Seeing this, Roy glanced at Adolf, thinking that Adolf was the picky eater alone. Could it be that he accidentally took this guy's taste into his mouth?

Adolf's hesitant eyes lingered between Roy and his own plate. Finally, he silently put down his fork and ate vegetarian in aggrieved manner.

Roy glanced at Adolf again, and couldn't help but stuff all the bread slices on the plate to him.

Adolf grinned happily, and naturally leaned sideways and kissed Roy's side face.

"Your family has such a good relationship." The farmer's son couldn't help saying, his eyes were full of envy.

It was only then that Roy realized that he had lost his composure. It was really bad for him to have dinner at other people's homes. He distanced himself from Adolf and began to feed the children separately.

The farmer took his leave after eating, and the farmer's son, Rab, was left. He kept peeking at them while packing up the dishes.

This young man is obviously a child with excess curiosity. Earlier, he finished cooking and delivered dinner to his mother, sister and sister. After finishing, Rab kept walking around the dining table intentionally or unintentionally.

After the farmer left, he leaned over and asked, "Where are you from? Why are you bringing two children with you? Where are the mothers of the children? Why are there two men together? Are you that one? ?”

Roy glanced at him: "Why did you ask this after your father left?"

Rab touched his nose guiltily: "Father, father said not to ask too many questions..."

Roy glanced at him again, implying that you still ask.

"I'm just curious, you look a little older than me, why father is so polite to you," the young man muttered, "I really envy you."

"Envy what?" asked Adolf.

"I'm envious of your good relationship. My father and my mother have already slept in separate beds." Rab's shoulders slumped, "Why do you still sleep in separate beds when you have so many children?"

Roy felt something was wrong when he heard his words, and he suddenly said, "How old are you?"

"Ten, fifteen, what's the matter?" Rab looked at him in confusion.

No wonder, the tall and burly man still has stubble, but he is only 15 years old, and his mind is not yet mature, no wonder he would ask such a question.

"Sleeping in separate beds doesn't mean anything," Roy said, "It's more fatal to live together without saying a word."

Rab looked at him blankly: "How do you know?"

Adolf looked at Rab in surprise: "Don't your parents live together without talking?"

Rab scratched his head, but didn't feel anything wrong: "That's right, I didn't say a word except what is necessary."

Roy raised his eyebrows, and he said, "Then your father is still so anxious to see your mother is sick?"

"It's only like this when you're sick." Rab's expression was languid, and the eyebrows deepened a little. It could be dangerous, it could be dead."

Roy couldn't believe his ears: "... spit out the sewage?"

Raab explained: "The doctor said it was an infectious disease caused by the filth, and it was only possible to recover after vomiting the filth that night."

Roy twitched the corner of his mouth: "What nonsense is this?"

Suddenly there was a faint sound of vomiting from upstairs, and an eager male voice shouted: "Raab!"

Rab jumped up in shock, and went upstairs in twos and twos, forgetting to throw away the plate he was holding.

Listening to the chaotic footsteps upstairs, Roy concluded: "This is probably a very difficult night for this family."

Adolf asked, "Is there anything we can do to help?"

"I don't know, there's nothing I can do about infectious diseases," Roy shrugged, "Don't you want to rescue other orcs?"

Adolf was taken aback, and left with the child and Roy one after the other.

Late at night, Roy had just put the children to sleep, and got up to call Adolf, but found him leaning against the window in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Roy patted him on the shoulder: "What are you doing?"

Adolf turned to look at him: "I don't know if Rab's mother and sisters will get better."

"It depends on whether their physical fitness is good enough," Roy replied, "Why are you suddenly worried about this?"

"Wouldn't it be very pitiful if the family lost their mother?" Adolf said.

"Illness is also a matter of force majeure," Roy said. "If the preventive medicines are effective, the problem shouldn't be too big... Ready to go?"

Adolf nodded: "Let's go."

After leaving the room, Roy was side by side with him, and together they came to the door of the wooden house on the east side full of orc atmosphere.

Adolf poked his head through the window. There was no light in the room, but with excellent night vision, he still saw three or five orcs sleeping in the straw pile.

These orcs did not sleep soundly, their ears trembled from time to time, and they even wagged their tails to drive away mosquitoes.

"Are you sure they need to be rescued?" Roy confirmed to Adolf, "There are no obvious scars on their bodies, but it's true that they are all skinny."

"It should be necessary," Adolf said. "How can haystacks sleep people? They must be short of food, so thin."

Roy still had some doubts in his heart, so he confirmed again: "Have you thought it through?"

Adolf responded and pushed open the door decisively.

The sound of the door shaft turning was too loud, successfully waking up the orcs, and they raised their heads vigilantly to look at the person coming.

Adolf was stared at by so many pairs of eyes, and he didn't know what to say for a while. He looked at Roy helplessly, but the other party signaled him to open his mouth.

Adolf opened his mouth, and it took a long time before he stammered: "You, you are free."

The orcs stared at Adolf with mentally retarded eyes, got up and surrounded them.

Adolf: "?"

There was a slight breathing sound beside his ear, and Adolf heard Roy say: "Have you ever thought that since the farmer's wife and children are all orcs, would he have a bad attitude towards other orcs?"

Adolf: "???"

Adolf looked at Roy with an aggrieved expression: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Roy didn't look at him, but said coldly: "You are the head of the family, you have to use your own brain."