Fool's old attack is a wolf god

"Humans and orcs will give birth to animals?" Adolf also noticed this. "The two small animals just now are their children? Then why did they run away? Is it because they are afraid of their father?"

"It may be because of the shadow of being chased in the past," Roy guessed. "After all, such a small animal can't compete with humans at all. It's normal to be afraid of being caught."

Adolf thought for a while and asked again: "The animals born from those orcs... what will happen to them?"

"I'm afraid most of them have been released," Roy said. "Maybe families with money will raise them patiently, but if these families have money, they won't marry orcs and have children. This is a paradox. .”

Adolf was silent.

Roy touched his head soothingly, and he said, "Don't think so much, go to sleep."

It rained continuously the next day, and the road outside the farm was potholed, with many puddles accumulated, and any walk on the road would be covered with mud.

Roy looked at the dense dark clouds in the distance and came to a conclusion: "Today is not a good day for traveling. I'm afraid the rain will wait until evening. Let's leave tomorrow."

Adolf nodded, carried the children lying on the window to the bed, closed the window, and told the children: "It's cold, don't blow the wind, you'll catch a cold."

Benson Blaise nodded obediently, but when Adolf turned around, he sneaked out of bed again, trying to open the window.

"I saw what you were doing." Adolf closed the window again with a serious face.

The children stood there in frustration.

"Honey, you look like a dad now." Roy praised without hesitation.

Benson looked at him pitifully, and even reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Roy understood what the cub meant. Opposite the window was the cow's hayloft. These two little things had never seen a cow before, so it was normal to be curious about it. He said, "It's okay to open the window occasionally. Now it's just It's raining a little, it's okay."

"You can catch a cold if you blow the air," Adolf said seriously. "When I was a child, I went out to play on such rainy days, but I caught a cold the next day. I was sick for a long time and had a high fever, which was very serious."

"After all, they have the blood of you and me, so they won't catch a cold so easily." Roy persuaded, "And it's just opening the windows. Opening the windows for ventilation is good for your health."

Adolf was persuaded: "But...that's fine."

"Excuse me, is anyone there?" There was a knock on the door, and Adolf got up to open the door, only to find that it was a little girl, the youngest daughter of the farmer, "I'm here to deliver milk to you."

As the little girl spoke, she pushed in a large bucket of milk in front of her.

"...I bought milk from your father, but I shouldn't have bought so much?" Roy said hesitantly.

The little girl scratched her head when she heard the words: "Father said that you must fill a bucket and bring it to you. I heard it clearly. There is nothing wrong."

After thinking for a moment, Roy took out a silver coin from Adolf and put it in the little girl's hand: "Okay then, this is your tip, take it."

The little girl's eyes were wide open, she lowered her head and raised her head to confirm repeatedly: "Is this really for me?"

Roy shrugged when he heard the words: "If you want, you can give it to your father."

The little girl jumped up for joy, held up her little skirt, and ran away bouncing away. While running, she shouted: "Sister, look! That kind guest..."

Adolf walked to his side and couldn't help but said, "That human cub is so lively."

"Are you trying to call her cute?" Roy smiled, "Benson and Blaise will be so cute when they grow up."

Probably the little girl told her sister about getting the tip. In the afternoon, the eldest daughter of the farmer led a serf and brought a bucket of beer: "A bucket of milk is not worth a silver coin, I will give it to you A barrel of beer, my father purchased it from the city, don't hold it against you."

"The milk hasn't been finished yet, so here's another barrel of beer." Roy looked at the beer with a headache, and was about to refuse it, but was stopped by the other party.

"If you don't accept it, my conscience will be disturbed." The girl said.

The scar orc who helped bring the beer also nodded, seeming to agree with the girl's actions.

It was still raining outside, and the girl didn't bring an umbrella, and she didn't want to go in to hide from the rain. He had already said the words of refusal, but the other party stubbornly stood at the door and refused to leave.

Roy really had no choice, he said: "Well, I'll accept this barrel of beer... If I give you a silver coin as a tip, you will definitely refuse, then I will give you a flower Bar."

The orc serf with a scar on his face stared wide-eyed, staring at the girl for a while, the flower for a while, and Roy for a while, with a complicated expression.

Roy gave him a friendly smile, and he took out a honeysuckle flower from the vase, and handed it to the girl: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that my daughter likes this kind of flower very much, and I believe you will too."

The girl took the flowers hesitantly, bowed slightly towards Roy, turned around and left with the scar orc.

Roy looked up and watched them go away. Adolf, who had brought the beer into the house, turned back. He wondered, "The orc seemed very hostile to you just now."

"Did you find out too?" Roy laughed loudly, "I just want to try them, young people really can't stand the test."

The next day the weather was fine. Although there were still small puddles on the road, it did not affect travel much.

Adolf and Roy loaded the luggage into the carriage, took the children and bid farewell to the farmer's family.

"Walk in that direction for six days, and you'll reach the capital," the farmer said, pointing to a large mountain in the distance, "but you have to be careful, the king issued a new decree recently, the city is not very peaceful .”

"Don't worry, we are just travelers passing by, and it won't affect us." Roy said, obviously not taking this matter to heart.

The wooden wheels turned and they set off.

The raindrops left by the rainy night last night were still condensed on the leaves. The carriage passed through the woods and brushed against the dense branches. The water droplets slapped on the roof of the carriage, giving people the illusion of rain.

Halfway through the carriage, suddenly three men in armor and swords jumped out, using their bodies as shields to stop the carriage: "Stop! Stop!"

Adolf frowned and pulled the carriage to a stop. He said, "What are you doing? Where did you come from? It's dangerous to rush out like this! You are likely to die like this!"

The three armored men were stupefied by the training. Seeing Adolf flicking the reins and preparing to leave, the short and fat man standing in the middle was the first to come to his senses: "You! Wait! We, we are robbers! Robbery !Hand over your belongings!"

"Huh?" Roy was looking after the child in the carriage, and he couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard this. He took the initiative to lift the curtain and poked his head out, "Robbery? This is the first time I've encountered robbery... just You three?"

The short and fat man couldn't help but blushed when he heard this, and managed to hold back a sentence: "Pay the money honestly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the head by the tall and thin man, who lifted the long sword in his hand, and said quite seriously: "We are robbers, if you don't want to get hurt, you'd better be obedient. "

Roy laughed loudly, held Adolf's hand when he was impatiently preparing to do something, and turned to the three of them, "What do you want? We don't have any money."

The three armored men looked at Adolf and Roy carefully, and even stretched their heads to try to peek inside the carriage, but they saw the children in the carriage playing games by themselves.

The three of them were silent for a while, and muttered together for a while, the bearded man next to him straightened his crooked helmet, and said, "Before the robbery, I want to ask you a very serious question."

Roy looked puzzled, but still made a gesture of invitation: "Ask."

"Are you poor or noble?" the bearded man asked.

Roy laughed with a smile on his face: "Look at our carriage, and look at our horses, what do you think?"

"You have a noble face, but you are dressed like a pauper." The tall and thin man touched his chin seriously, "I would like to believe that you are a pauper."

"I think so too." The bearded man agreed.

"But why does he look like a pauper?" The dumpy man voted against it.

"Two to one, objections are invalid." The bearded man said, voluntarily giving way to the lane, "You can go."

The tall and thin man also stepped aside, and he said, "Let's go."

No matter how reluctant the short and fat man was, he didn't have the courage to face the horse's hooves by himself, so he stood beside the bearded man: "Let's go! Let's go!"

Roy and Adolf: "..."

Roy took the initiative to ask: "What does it matter if we are poor?"

"We don't rob poor people, we only rob nobles," said the tall and thin man, "you should be grateful for your status as poor people."

"Nobles shouldn't own wealth. The great true god grants us the right to seize their wealth," added the bearded man. "We are robbers under the protection of the true god. We will see through any of your lies!"

...There are still such robbers.Roy tried hard to suppress the corner of his mouth, and joked: "Thank you for your wise eyes to see our identity as poor people, let us go, and believe that your true God will reward you in the near future."

When the short and fat man heard these good words, his smelly face changed obviously, and he said: "Since you are a poor man, please leave quickly, and don't disturb our robbery business!"

When Adolf was confused, what true gods and false gods have anything to do with robbery?Do you have to borrow the name of the gods for robbery these days?Only rob the nobles and not the poor, is there such a rule for being a robber?

However, Adolf knew clearly that he could drive away, so the horse pulling the cart rattled again, and when he was far away, he asked hesitantly, "What did they mean just now?"

"Probably the bandits who hate the nobles, and think that the nobles are the root of corruption," Roy said, "There are some radicals like this... I'm a little concerned about the real god they talk about, have you heard of such a god? "

Adolf shook his head.

"Maybe someone fabricated it," Roy thought thoughtfully, "Forget it, let's hurry up."