Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 287 Cookies
The North, Kuroth.

Kularis came out of Doctor Vichy's house, carrying a basket covered with a clean thick cloth, humming a little tune as she walked through the village alleys like a gust of wind.

When they passed the central square, a young Samir knight who was distributing daily necessities called out to her and waved. Kularis immediately jumped over and said, "Brother Callister, what's the matter?"

"Slow down, slow down," Callister said helplessly as he looked at the impetuous little girl, "You are not a child anymore. You should be more steady. There are so many bottles and jars around you. Aren't you afraid of them falling?"

As he spoke, he took out a purse from his waist and threw it into Kularis's arms. "Here, my father asked me to give it to you."

"Village Chief?" Kularis frowned, "But my sister hasn't taken any tailoring jobs recently?"

"This is what the elders of the village have agreed to give you. The fire monk has been recuperating in your home for some time. Although the expenses are borne by the village, it still adds a lot of trouble, especially for you two little girls - stop talking nonsense, take it, I still have to be busy with the distribution of supplies!"

"Oh"

Kularis nodded in confusion. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Callister called her back, "Wait, I almost forgot."

He opened the nearest iron box on the table, which contained a dozen biscuits stacked together. Probably because the temperature was too low, most of the biscuits had cracks of varying sizes, and the surface was frozen and a little white.

Callister carefully picked up a piece and put it into the little girl's mouth. He then put the lid back on and threw the box into the basket. He waved his hand and said, "This is what we seized from Lannia City a few days ago. Take it back and share it with your sister."

Kularis chewed it subconsciously. Although it was a little bit hard on her teeth due to being frozen, as the sugar and flour broke apart on the tip of her tongue, the feeling of sweetness and happiness immediately filled her entire brain.

Biscuits, are they really so delicious?

Most of the people queuing up to receive supplies were elderly people. When they saw the little girl's naive behavior, they burst into good-natured laughter.

The Kuerroth clan already has a sparse population, and now most of the young people have gone to the battlefield. The Kularis sisters are like the granddaughters of the old people, and are one of the few rays of sunshine in this turbulent world.

No one knows when the war will end, and no one knows what future the Samir people will have after the war.

On days like this, seeing the innocent smile on the child's face, temporarily putting aside all confusion and pain, even just a glance, is enough to heal the heart.

The village was not very big. After Kularis came out of the central square, she walked for another ten minutes before arriving at her doorstep. What was different from more than three months ago was that the two Samir knights guarding the door had already left.

It’s not that the Kuroroth clan’s military strength has been stretched to this point, but this fire monk named "Gantia" has indeed won the trust and respect of the villagers in these days.

Just like the most orthodox martial artists, although Gantia had been rather taciturn since he woke up a month ago, he immediately took out all his belongings to thank the villagers, and later he participated in the treatment of many wounded people in the village despite his injured body.

Facing the casualties caused by the golden monks of the two major families of Neron and Xilia, the healing prayers from the Flame Temple showed a more effective healing effect than the Samir people's own methods. It can be said that without Gantia's help, there would be at least dozens of Samir warriors who died of serious injuries in Kuerros in the past month.

On the other hand, the village chief Kurlov also secretly sent people to the nearest Yelo Flame Temple to verify Gantia's identity, and the results of the verification were completely consistent with Gantia's statement.

The bishop of the branch temple expressed his gratitude to the Kulos clan for saving his comrade, and at the same time tactfully stated that the Flame Temple has been busy mediating the war between the northern nobles and the Samir people recently. Considering that Gantia was seriously injured, he hoped that he could continue to recuperate in the Kulos village for a while.

With the covenant signed with the Second Archbishop of the Holy Church, Xiren, and Gantia's performance being reassuring enough, Kurlov agreed without much hesitation. Therefore, Gantia has been recuperating in the village these days, and the villagers who stayed behind have gradually become accustomed to the days of living with this human monk day and night. In addition to the doctor Vichy coming to help him check his injuries regularly, the main care work still fell on the owners of the hut, the Kulala sisters.

"Hey, you who plays with fire, it's time for dinner—"

Kularis shouted at the door, then pushed open the door of her house and walked in as if she was familiar with the place.

"Grilled mushroom slices, salt-fried meat with Roja jam." The little girl lifted the thick cloth covering the basket and took out the food while twitching her nose and said, "You are so lucky. There is also the fruit wine that Grandma Vichy just brewed. But she told you that you can only drink one glass a day in your current physical condition. No more!"

On the wooden bed in the corner, monk Gantia, who still had several layers of bandages on his chest, sat up, sniffed the aroma of food and muttered, "What a nice little girl, it's a pity that she has a big mouth."

"What did you say?"

"No, no, no," Gontia was startled by the other party's sharp hearing and quickly changed the subject, "I was wondering why I haven't seen your sister come to deliver food for several days, and I didn't see her when I went to help Ms. Vichy's clinic."

"My sister has been busy preparing uniforms and bandages lately. She doesn't have time to do trivial things like delivering meals. Hey, what are you doing?"

Kularis slapped away Gontia's hand that was reaching for the cookie box. "These are cookies that Brother Callister gave to me and me. There's no share for you!"

"Oh."

"You may not know this, but this was captured by the knights of our village from Lannia City. They snatched it from your Countess named Xixili, and she didn't dare to fight back at all!"

"Oh."

"I've said it before, even though you're big, you can barely be considered good at treating the wounded. When you're really on the battlefield, you can only carry shoes and lead horses for Brother Callister and the others. Now you finally have the opportunity to live in the village for a while. Remember to learn and practice more on weekdays, and don't be like those human nobles out there who only know how to talk, lie and brag!"

"Oh"

For some reason, when Kularis mentioned the word "lie", Gantia's heart suddenly twitched, and his cracked lips moved slightly, but in the end he could not say anything.

“Tsk, what an attitude!” Kularis curled her lips. “But since you didn’t talk back at least, I’ll give you a cookie to try!”

As she spoke, she lifted the iron box and pressed it against her chest, breaking it open with force. She picked up the smallest piece and placed it next to Gantia's bowl, and instructed earnestly, "Remember to go to the backyard to fetch water and wash the bowl after you finish eating. There are no seriously injured people today, so don't go to the clinic to help in the afternoon. You should stay at home and recover from your injuries. Granny Vichy will come to change your dressing tomorrow morning."

Gontia picked up the malnourished cookie and took a bite. He narrowed his eyes and said in a long voice, "Okay, I will follow the instructions of Lady Kularis—"

"Hmph, let's go."

Looking at the back of the little girl carrying an empty basket as briskly as the wind, Adam, who goes by the alias Gantia and whose real identity is the former Flame Watcher and current No. 1 wanted criminal in the Flame Temple, remained silent for a long time and let out an imperceptible sigh.

"It's time to leave"

(End of this chapter)