This adventurer is overly righteous.

Listening to the sound of the wind lashing against the doors and windows, Croja was glad that he had arrived in time and was also grateful to the boy for letting him into the house.

He only remembered that he had previously cleared out two goblin lairs around the village and taken some human property to distribute to the villagers to make up for their losses. At that time, Kroya only thought that he could gain some attributes from it, but now it seems that he has helped him a lot in another way.

Indeed, doing good deeds is the right thing to do.

With such incredible abilities, Croja had long ago made up his mind to become the most righteous person in the world.

Now, this determination has become even stronger.

Kroya sat down by the fire, and the boy added some firewood to make the fire burn even brighter. The heat it emitted made Kroya feel comfortable, and his clothes, which had been damp from the rain, were gradually drying.

Judging from the current weather, the rain will not stop anytime soon. The dark clouds in the sky have almost completely blocked out the sun's rays, making the world seem gloomy and terrifying. The wind has not stopped for a moment.

Going out at this time was definitely not a wise move, so Croa had no choice but to wait until the weather cleared up again. Fortunately, the boy treated him well, and he couldn't imagine how he would survive the storm in the wild.

"If you've come to my father's house, that would be bad." Only Kroya and the boy were in the room, so they began to chat. The boy spoke first, "My father hates adventurers, and he doesn't like you either, but I don't think he's right."

Kroya originally intended to retrieve and read Leijin's forging notes, which were protected by Leijin's magic, so rainwater could not damage them and they remained as good as new.

Since the young man had spoken, Kroya didn't intend to spoil his fun and listened attentively.

"You and your father live separately?"

"That's right, he's in another house." The boy walked to the window and pointed to a small house a little further away, blurred by the rain. "He's sick and afraid of infecting me."

"As long as it's not infected by parasites," Kroya chimed in, "I can try to cure it with magic."

The priest's healing spells are quite effective, treating most diseases and external injuries. Even a severed hand can be reattached with healing spells, provided there is enough mana.

"Really? Thank you so much!" The young man was overjoyed. Kroya had an excellent reputation and wouldn't lie to him. "I've never heard of you being skilled in healing magic. Are you a priest?"

  

"That's right, I'm a trainee pastor," Kroya nodded.

In order to hurry up and hunt goblins, Kroya did not spend too much time explaining to the villagers when doing good deeds. He would usually distribute the treasures he retrieved from the goblins, then walk around the village. If he saw someone who was not in a good condition, he would cast a healing spell on them. If someone had died, he would stand quietly for a moment, perform the ritual, and then move on to the next family.

The villagers paid little attention to Kroya's slightly strange behavior because he had killed the goblins.

After all, the other party is said to be a hero, and it's normal for heroes to do a little strange things.

"But you absolutely mustn't be dressed like this in front of my father." The boy looked embarrassed. Kroya's equipment gleamed coldly, looking both sophisticated and dangerous. "He'll mistake you for an adventurer. He really hates adventurers. My mother was killed by a despicable adventurer..."

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"Damn it!"

The hailstones pelted the adventurers like stones thrown from the sky, soaking their clothes and fur. The ground beneath their feet became damp and muddy, with each step sinking into the mud and splashing mud onto them as they pulled out. They were in a sorry state, almost completely overwhelmed by the power of the storm.

They also tried to find a crevice in a boulder or a cave to shelter from the wind and rain, but all their attempts ended in failure.

"Damn it!"

"I really shouldn't have gotten involved!"

What happened today really annoyed these adventurers. They were also involved in the operation to capture Kroya, and they were confident that with an elite adventurer as their leader, the operation would be a success.

However, things started to go wrong from the very beginning. First, that bastard Carter seemed to have given Kroya a warning, and then the kid seemed to have completely disappeared into the wilderness, and even magic couldn't find any trace of him.

Now, such a terrible downpour is tormenting them, and a bolt of lightning strikes, turning one of their companions to charred remains.

It was almost as if God was punishing them...

Everything seemed like an ominous sign, and they were already planning to withdraw from the hunt.

After completely losing track of Kroya, the adventurers decided to scatter and search in different directions. They formed teams of three, and when they found Kroya, two of them would go to track him while one of them would return to contact the other adventurers. The specific method they used was to imitate the call of a falcon with a horn.

Those falcons are very common around White Rock Town, and their calls are penetrating and can travel far, so Kroya will not be alarmed by hearing the falcon's call.

"There's a village there!"

Even with eyes squinted and vision blurred, the warm light in the damp, cold rain was still captivating. It was light shining from inside houses, where they could go to take shelter from the rain and escape this torment.

Thinking of this, the three adventurers' eyes lit up, and they quickened their pace. They then knocked on the door of a house, initially pretending to be polite, claiming to be passersby who wanted to borrow the house to take shelter from the rain.

"roll!"

"You think I don't know you're adventurers?!"

An extremely rude voice came from inside the house. The voice belonged to the old man, and judging from his tone, he would never open the door for these adventurers.

"You are not welcome!"

The adventurers stood at the doorway, their expressions uncertain. The rain intensified, and the hailstones falling from the sky were enough to make them dizzy. They were unwilling to go the extra mile, trek dozens of meters to another house, and stay in the rain for even a second longer, only to be hit by those ice shards again.

"That old man's asking for it!"

The adventurers exchanged glances. Just then, lightning struck, making an unusually loud noise and illuminating their ferocious expressions.

The sound of rain can mask a great deal of noise, and even if they force their way through the door, no one will notice. They are bloodthirsty adventurers, and they will even hunt down fellow adventurers like Kroya for money.

He's just an old man!

So the adventurers used their strength to smash open the door, the loud noise being drowned out by the sound of rain, leaving only a faint, unsettling thud.

For adventurers, killing one or two villagers is no big deal as long as they aren't caught on the spot. Besides, today's rain is enough to hide all traces, making them even more unrestrained.

As soon as the rain stops, they leave, and no one will know that they were the ones who did it.