Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 282 Human Heart

The burly butcher, sitting on the edge of the field, slightly raised his head, his narrow eyes glancing at the thin, middle-aged villager: "Serrey, don't say such discouraging things just because your wife secretly handed him a handkerchief. Are you prepared to pay twice for one thing... oh, no, one and a half times?"

"Pooh!"

"Besides, the reward money isn't yours."

The butcher spat out the grass stalks from his mouth, stood up, dusted off his clothes, and looked down at him with his chin raised, saying, "This is the money Old Jerry got from you by mortgaging all his possessions. This is Old Jerry's money!"

"He is dead..."

Before the gaunt villager could finish speaking, the butcher rudely interrupted him: "Yes, that's right! Old Jerry is dead! He was stupid; if his son dies, he can have more; if his wife dies, he can remarry. Who cares how old he is? There are plenty of refugees out there; is he afraid he won't find a wife?"

"The tailor's eldest son drowned in a water ghost, but now he has two more sons, doesn't he?"

"Aunt Pamela died from a snake bite, and didn't Chief Max marry a sixteen-year-old girl last year?"

"He's the only one who can't understand it; he just wants to take his hunting bow and charge into the forest alone to his death."

"He also said something about telling that werewolf that the forest was his territory? That he was the hunter?"

At this point, the butcher couldn't help but sigh and shake his head. He truly felt sorry for old Jerry, but at the same time, he also felt a strange sense of envy.

As for the specific reasons for envy... perhaps it lies in the difference between the two professions of butcher and hunter.

However, both professions involve slaughtering animals, and butchers even kill far more animals than hunters. So what exactly is the difference between them?

Before the butcher could figure it out, a villager nearby suddenly exclaimed, "Look! The trees over there in the forest are moving! Is some monster about to rush out? Sheriff Feeney, come and protect us!"

The robust villager ran while shouting, "I'll go get reinforcements, you guys hold them off!"

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The deer, their hooves clattering, slowly pulled the wooden cart out of the path.

"Squeak, squeak..."

The wheels of the train moved slowly and gently, playing a melodious and touching country tune.

The scattered villagers looked at each other, then hesitated and slowed their pace.

The elderly and frail village chief, Old Max, hadn't gone far. Seeing that it wasn't a monster that emerged, he stopped, panting, gripping his cane, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who...who are you? Why...have you come to our Lan'er Village?"

"Huh?" The dark-skinned boy on the left side of the cart looked down in surprise. "Your village is quite defensive."

"I'm just passing through and plan to stay here for the night."

"May I?"

The boy's attitude was very gentle.

Old Max glanced at the boy's blood-stained heavy armor and the greatsword he held in his arms, swallowed hard, calmed his breathing, and forced a smile, which was just as kind: "Please forgive me, sir! Our village recently suffered a werewolf infestation, resulting in the deaths of six people. Therefore, you may stay here, but you can only reside outside the village."

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that someone who can wear heavy armor as everyday clothing, even if not a formal knight, must have undergone knightly training and possess strength and endurance far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Moreover, with such heavy armor, it would be very difficult for an ordinary person to inflict a fatal wound on him. Combined with his great strength and extraordinary endurance, the boy's combat power was simply beyond the reach of an ordinary old man like the village chief.

Worried about being blamed by the boy, Old Max added, "Don't worry, sir. There's a spare hunter's courtyard outside the village that can easily accommodate your two carriages. If you need to eat, you can go to the Maple Leaf Tavern during the day and come out before dark."

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Yaro didn't make things difficult for the old man, and nodded with a smile: "The timber I brought takes up quite a bit of space. I was worried that the inn wouldn't have enough room for it."

"Where is the Hunter's Lodge? Could you please take me there?"

Seeing that the boy was so easy to talk to, Old Max became a little bolder. He gritted his teeth, rubbed his hands together, and made a gesture that everyone understood: "Sir, everything there is complete, so... at least this number is needed."

"penny?"

Yaro learned this word from Heli; he had no idea before that there were such small units of currency.

"Huh? Ah? Eh!"

Old Max suddenly awoke, his heart pounding. A wide, exaggerated smile, like that of an old chrysanthemum, squeezed out his wrinkled face. "How can someone of your status mention pennies? Silver coins, of course! Just... five, just five silver coins!"

Ding!

An enticing metallic sound rang out, and Old Max noticed the flashing golden light out of the corner of his eye. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He threw aside his cane and pounced like a hungry dog, grabbing the gold coin and stuffing it into his pocket.

"I've signed a yearly lease, but I don't come here often. Could you help me take care of things on weekdays?"

Only then did Yaro's leisurely voice reach Old Max's ears.

One year corresponds exactly to the time that Yaro plans to stay in the castle. Judging from the current situation, it will not be convenient to pass directly through Kori in the future. If Bailu can really clear this pass, this will become the main route that he will frequently take in the future.

Since the room wasn't expensive, Yaro didn't bother with any more questions and simply tossed out the only type of currency he had in his pocket.

This not only saves a lot of trouble, but also allows you to have someone take care of it for free. Why not?

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Old Max's eyes were almost dazzled by the brand-new gold coins. Ignoring everything else, he lay on the ground, examining the coins from left to right, putting them in his mouth again and again, biting them with his broken old teeth. After confirming that they were real gold coins, he quickly stuffed them into his pocket, nimbly rolled over and got up, looking as energetic as if he had become twenty years younger.

Old Max's performance reminded Yaro of the origin of this gold coin. Previously, this gold coin was also covered with teeth marks, but Yaro disliked its appearance and had it melted and refined again.

"Take me there once you've found the place... Oh, right," Yaro suddenly thought of a question, turning to look at the white deer who was standing to the side, "Are you going to eat something before you go, or are you leaving right away?"

It was already afternoon, not very early, and the white deer still had a long way to go. Even with the deer as a means of transportation and magic to clear the way, time was still tight.

"Let me go in and take a look. I haven't seen what the inside of the village looks like yet." Bai Lu looked around curiously.

Hearing the girl's sweet, melodious voice, Old Max turned his head slightly and became completely captivated once again.

Her skin was like solidified cream, her eyebrows and eyes like painted pictures, and her beauty was ethereal...

Even the noble girls he admired in his youth were not even one ten-thousandth as beautiful as this girl!

(End of this chapter)