Double Transmigration: Many Children, Many Blessings, Conquering Fairy Tales and Reality

"little Red Riding Hood?"

Upon hearing the familiar name coming from inside the door, Qin Hao's hand holding the axe paused slightly, and he instantly remembered the homework he had been doing in the library these past few days.

This is not only a well-known classic fairy tale, but also something he highlighted in his notes.

If this world really does develop according to the plot of a fairy tale.

So, could the frail old woman living alone in a wooden house in this deep forest be Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother?

Qin Hao's mind raced as he assessed the current situation.

After a brief moment of thought, he decided to test the waters with a statement that was relatively reasonable for this era.

He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound peaceful and kind:

"Hello, I am a merchant from the Eastern Continent. I encountered a fog in the forest and accidentally wandered into this place and got lost. May I come in and stay for the night or rest?"

In this medieval-like worldview, while black-haired, black-eyed Easterners are rare, the identity of "Eastern merchant" often represents wealth, silk, and mystery, making it easiest for people to lower their guard.

Upon hearing the self-introductions from outside, a brief silence seemed to fall inside the cabin.

A few seconds later, the old woman's kind but weak voice came again from behind the wooden door:

"Come in, distinguished guest from afar."

I'm sorry, I'm too weak to stand up and open the door for you myself.

The door isn't locked; you can come in by pressing the latch yourself.

Qin Hao remained vigilant, gripping the axe imbued with demon-slaying power with one hand, while gently pressing down on the rough iron bolt on the wooden door with the other.

"Squeak—"

The wooden door was pushed open, and a warm current carrying the scent of pine wood rushed out.

As expected, the room inside was a warm and inviting space.

The firewood in the fireplace was burning brightly, dispelling the chill of the forest.

On a slightly worn wooden bed near the fireplace lay an elderly man with gray hair and a kind and gentle face.

The old woman was covered with a thick wool blanket, her face was pale, and she looked quite ill.

When she saw Qin Hao, a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes, enter through the door, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she still smiled very gently.

"Please come in quickly, and close the door behind you; the night breeze in the forest is quite cool."

The old woman coughed twice and pointed to a rough wooden table next to her.

"I'm sorry, distinguished guest from afar, my old bones are no longer able to personally receive you."

There is some coarse bread and water on the table; you can have some if you don't mind.

You can rest here for the night. The Black Forest is too dangerous at night; those bloodthirsty werewolves often roam and hunt at this time.

Looking at the unsuspecting, even overly kind, kind old man in front of him, Qin Hao's tense nerves relaxed a little.

But he did not completely let his guard down; he still held the heavy axe firmly in his hand.

Upon hearing the old woman mention werewolves, Qin Hao calmly nodded, even deliberately tilting the still-dripping axe slightly to show it to the old woman:

"Yes, I've already encountered that."

To be honest, just now when I got lost, I killed a werewolf that attacked me.

The blood on this axe belongs to that werewolf.

Qin Hao's statement was not only a statement of fact, but also a subtle demonstration of his strength.

In this perilous world, appropriately flexing one's muscles often earns more respect and a sense of security than simply feigning helplessness.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the old woman on the bed widened her eyes, her somewhat cloudy gaze sweeping over Qin Hao and the bloodstained axe, filled with disbelief.

"My goodness! I never imagined that you, sir, were such a powerful hunter!"

An ordinary person encountering a werewolf would be utterly doomed! You must be a hero from the Eastern Continent!

The old woman's tone was full of awe.

"I wouldn't call myself a hero, I was just lucky and defended myself to save my life."

Qin Hao waved his hand politely but firmly, pulled out a wooden chair next to the table and sat down. Then, he took the opportunity to start a conversation with the old woman in front of him.

As a college student with modern higher education, Qin Hao's communication skills are naturally excellent.

In the ensuing conversation, he very naturally extracted a lot of useful information.

He learned that the country where this forest was located was called the Kingdom of Osi, and that they were currently in a primeval black forest on the border of the Kingdom of Osi.

The old woman was seriously ill and her legs were so old that she could no longer walk, so she could only stay in bed to recuperate.

The firewood for the stove in this wooden house, which sustains their livelihood, and the food on the table, all belong to her granddaughter.

—The girl known as "Little Red Riding Hood" was brought from the villages on the outskirts of the forest to take care of her regularly.

"What a filial and good child!"

Qin Hao nodded in agreement, then asked casually.

"So, is the village where Little Red Riding Hood usually lives far from here?"

As a businessman, I desperately need to find a populated area to replenish my supplies.

The old woman did not suspect anything and answered truthfully:

"It's not far south of the forest. Follow the hunter's trail outside the house south for about two hours, and you'll see the outline of the town."

"South, two hours..."

Qin Hao silently calculated in his mind.

Now that he had confirmed the exact location of the human settlement, and that it wasn't far away, he decided not to waste any more time there.

After all, the sooner he entered the town, the sooner he could begin his trading plans and acquire the wealth he craved.

"Thank you for your hospitality and answers, sir. Since the town is not far to the south, I'll continue my journey."

Qin Hao stood up and straightened his windbreaker.

Seeing that he was determined to travel in the middle of the night, the old woman couldn't help but anxiously try to dissuade him:

"This is too dangerous! Even if you are a powerful hunter, there might be more than one werewolf in the forest at night. Why don't you wait until sunrise tomorrow?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but my business is urgent, and I must get to the town as soon as possible."

Qin Hao politely declined with a smile.

Seeing that Qin Hao was determined to leave, the old woman knew she couldn't dissuade him, so she could only sigh and sincerely wish him a safe journey.

Before leaving, the old woman suddenly remembered something and quickly reminded her:

"By the way, distinguished guest from the East. If you did indeed kill a werewolf just now, please try to bring its head to town!"

"Oh? Take it to the small town?"

Qin Hao raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but ask further.

"Yes," the old woman nodded.

"The town's lord, the Baron, is currently spending a large sum of money to call on the townspeople and hunters to kill the werewolves roaming the forest."

Simply bring the werewolf's head to his guards, and you'll receive a generous reward of gold coins!

Upon hearing the words "gold coin reward," Qin Hao's eyes lit up instantly.

In this other world, what could be better as start-up capital than hard currency, gold coins?

He was originally worried about how to sell modern glass cups naturally, but now it seems that this wolf head is the perfect stepping stone!

"I understand, thank you very much for your guidance."

Qin Hao nodded solemnly and thanked the old woman.

Then, he pushed open the wooden door and returned to the quiet and secluded forest.

Instead of heading south immediately, he relied on his excellent sense of direction to return to the open space where the battle had taken place.

The strong smell of blood still lingered in the air.

The headless werewolf corpse lay quietly among the fallen leaves, while the hideous wolf head rolled to the side.

Qin Hao stepped forward, enduring the pungent smell of blood, and reached out to touch the enormous wolf head.

"receive."

With a thought, the bloody trophy vanished into thin air and was placed securely in a secluded corner of the personal space provided by the "Many Children, Many Blessings" system.

After doing all this, Qin Hao took out the modern military-grade compass from his pocket and used the cold moonlight to determine the direction.

"Due south, let's go."

He turned off his flashlight, gripped the silver-glowing axe tightly, and like a ghost, disappeared into the night of the forest, striding towards the border town of the Kingdom of Osi.