Fool's old attack is a wolf god

Roy's interest in this guy was suddenly aroused. He looked at the orc in front of him who got up and left after smoking, and couldn't help but reached out to stop him.

"..." The tattered pseudo-human and real orc couldn't help but glared at Roy, avoided the few people in front of him, and prepared to move on.

"Wait a minute," Roy stopped him again, and asked curiously, "Why are you whipping yourself? You haven't done anything wrong."

The pseudo-human opened his mouth, then closed it fiercely, turned his head and left.

Roy really wanted to go forward to ask what happened, but the person in front of him was so reluctant, and he didn't want to force it, so he just changed his words:

"Aren't you willing to answer me? Then please stop and listen to my request? I am willing to offer you some reward."

Money is always easy to move people, and it obviously moved this wandering orc. He stopped and turned around, made a zipper gesture on his mouth, and pointed to the small carrying basket in Blaise's hand , and finally touched his stomach.

Robert didn't understand such complicated movements, but Roy understood. He interpreted tentatively: "You can't talk? You want berries? Are you hungry?"

The homeless man nodded, then looked at Roy and the others frankly, reaching out to take Blaize's berries.

Blaise didn't have any affection for the dirty beggar, but she was a little scared. She subconsciously wanted to avoid the homeless man and stretched out her hands, but she instinctively glanced at Roy, and finally let herself out with some reluctance. basket.

"Blaze, it's okay." Robert took the initiative to give up his berries and handed them to Blaize, "I'll give you the ones I picked."

The wanderer looked at the little basket in his hand, then at the new one in Blaize's hand, and suddenly switched the two baskets, putting the one with more berries in it. Basket into his arms.

Blaise: "..."

The little girl curled her lips, and she looked at her gentle father again, feeling very wronged in her heart.

"He's such a big man, yet he still bullies little girls?" Roy took back the small bamboo basket with a half-smile, and seeing the homeless man anxiously reaching out to get enough, he said, "This is an exchange of equal value, you'd better tell me first Tell me about your situation."

The homeless man was so hungry that he finally opened his mouth: "I..."

As soon as the words came out, he slapped his back hard.

"So you're not dumb," Roy's eyes fell on the tattered whip, "You just said a word, why did you hit yourself?"

"I am a pilgrim from Puja, and I need to obey the pilgrim's laws, and silence is one of them."

The homeless person said a total of three sentences, closed his eyes and beat himself three times before saying: "I haven't eaten for a few days, I would like to talk to you, and then beat myself in exchange for food."

After he finished speaking, he slapped himself three more times, and several big holes were pulled out of his tattered clothes.

"Wait a minute," Roy quickly raised his hand to stop him, took out the paper and pen he carried with him, and stuffed them into the homeless man's hands, "Write down what you want, the law of silence just doesn't You are only allowed to speak? You are not allowed to write, right?"

"Indeed." The homeless scribbled these words on the paper, "Thank you for your generosity. You are willing to give me a pen and paper to express my language. What do you want to know?"

"You said you are a pilgrim? Where are you going? What exactly are you going to do? I think it's pitiful that you have no food or clothing...Aren't you an orc? Have you considered going to Boise in the Mahi Empire? ? The conditions there will definitely be much better than you imagined."

Roy's questions were as fast as a series of cannonballs. By the way, he also promoted his own city, habitually wooing these suffering orcs.

"At the junction of Mortimer and Ogden, there is a small sacred place that does not belong to any empire - Thackeray, which belongs to the Holy See, and is the only place that accepts the independence of orcs and purifies them , I want to go there, I want to accept the baptism of God, so that I can become a human being in the next life, I have no love in my life, and I have nothing to ask for, and purification is my only choice."

It took the homeless man a long time to write his answer, and there were a few typos interspersed with it, but the emotion between the lines was very real:

"Boyce? That evil city of orcs? The Antoine forest around it is full of ferocious beasts and degenerate orcs? That's not where we orcs should go."

"Why is Boyce full of sin?" A dissatisfied voice came from behind.

Adolf, who was out hunting, came back. He saw this stranger dressed as a beggar from a distance. Hearing what this man said, his displeasure reached the extreme:

"Boys is a thousand times better than that city! You've never been to Boys, how do you know it's bad!"

"God said that temptation is always full of people's words," the wanderer organized his words, and replied, "The orcs who go to Boise always never return. Compared with this, I still believe in God City."

Adolf was very annoyed when he heard such an answer, and just about to confront him, Roy covered his mouth and smiled, "We are the orcs from Boise as you said."

The homeless man was taken aback. He looked at them awkwardly, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "You are full of sinful breath."

Even Roy didn't like to hear these words anymore. Without saying a word, he took back the pen and paper in the homeless man's hand, and replaced the half basket of berries that should have been given to him with a dry long loaf of black bread: " you go."

Black bread is a good thing, but it's not very tasty.The wanderer seemed to be bewitched by the crime, and he stood there and looked at Roy in puzzlement: "?"

"This is your reward, here is the food from the sinful Boyce, look at its color, full of sinful black," Roy still maintained a gentlemanly smile, "Just take a bite, your The soul has also become sinful, you are welcome to assimilate with us, and the sinful city is always open to you."

The homeless man was stunned. He looked at the food he had finally obtained in his hand, then at the blond man in front of him, and said dryly, "You, are you lying to me?"

"What did I lie to you for? Didn't you tell me that Boise is the City of Sin?" Roy's smile became softer, "You seem to have violated the law of silence."

The homeless man was stunned, and quickly slapped himself again.

"Pilgrim, I pity you!" Roy looked at him, eyes full of sympathy, and he said:

"You accept the food of Sin City, which means that with every bite of bread you take, you need to whip yourself harder to purify yourself - let me think about it - you need to whip yourself ten times for every bite of bread you swallow." Next, so God will see your sincerity."

The homeless were stunned when they heard these words, and watched as Roy and the others turned around and left, starting to prepare their sumptuous dinner.

"Why is he still there!"

Adolf said impatiently: "When we were having dinner, he kept breathing there, why didn't you drive him away?"

Roy glanced at the poor homeless squatting not far away, and said half-jokingly: "Who told him to be bewitched by the devil?"

Robert was helping to clean up the messy dining table, and couldn't help but interjected at this time: "Anyway, we will leave tomorrow with the teleportation scroll, and he will be left far away by then?!"

Adolf thought that this made sense, so he stopped paying attention to the beggar.

Benson was full of curiosity about the orc in tatters. He looked around the pitiful beggar for a long while, and concluded: "He looks so dirty!"

"I don't like him!" Blaise wrinkled his nose, "He even snatched my basket!"

"Beggars always snatch baskets!" Benson didn't think there was anything wrong with him, but said excitedly, "I think he's kind of cool."

Roy turned his head vigilantly when he heard this, and poked Benson's small forehead: "If he is really cool, you will try it too?"

Benson was frightened by his father's eyes, and quickly shrank his neck: "Not cool, not cool! Not cool at all!"

In the middle of the night, the moon hangs high.

"Ahhhhhhhhh—"

It was too cold at night, and the homeless man couldn't help but sneezed and made a noise, then he sniffed and beat himself hard, probably because of his poor resistance, his mouth didn't close the door, and he groaned a little more , and then flicked the whip, and whipped again.

"He seems so cold." It was almost time to go to bed, but Benson stood curiously at the door of the tent, looking at the homeless man from a distance, "If he prays for a quilt, the gods in the sky will send it to you." Give him a quilt?"

"My Benson, I don't know if God will give him a quilt." Adolf drove him into the tent expressionlessly, "I know that if you don't sleep again, you will be beaten by me."

When Benson heard that his butt was smoking, he ran back to the tent with short legs.

It was dawn, and the Roy family took a little tail, Robert, and had to set off again.

Benson hesitated and dragged his feet when he left.

It is always so easy for people to see that a child has something on his mind. Roy lowered his head and asked him, "Son, what do you want to do?"

Benson opened his mouth, looked at his father with big eyes blinking, and asked, "Can, can you give that beggar a quilt? I heard him sneezing every time he sneezed last night. Myself, so pitiful."

Roy's movements paused, and he sighed while resting his forehead: "How can you be as kind as your father...you can give it away if you want."

Benson poked Roy's side face excitedly, ran to the homeless man with his little quilt in his arms, and stuffed it out indiscriminately.

Adolf didn't stop Benson from doing good deeds, but he strongly objected: "I don't pity rude guys! I only pity poor fellows, not hateful idiots!"

Roy didn't comment on this sentence. He watched his son chatter a lot, and ran back happily.

"Zai Zai, what did you tell him?" Roy asked curiously.

"He asked where we were going, and I said we were going to save all the orcs." Benson puffed up his small chest, looking very proud, "Benson of Boyce will grow up to be a great hero, Be a Wolf Rider like Dad!"

Roy looked at his son in surprise, who told Benson the legend of the wolf knight?There are a lot of them that he made up!

Then Roy was secretly annoyed again, he forgot to tell the children about hiding his identity.

He subconsciously glanced at the wanderer who was sitting there blankly looking at them, and recalling what Adolf said yesterday, he was slightly relieved——

It seems that at least the truth will not be revealed, and at most the whereabouts will be revealed. It should not be a big deal.