This adventurer is overly righteous.

Walking in the rain, the two naturally slowed down, carefully avoiding the puddles on the ground. Although they were wearing rain-proof cloaks, the slanting rainwater could still seep through a few openings and wet their bodies. Fortunately, the rain was not as heavy as it had been at the beginning, otherwise Kroya's clothes, which had just dried a little, would have been completely soaked again.

"That's the one."

Perez's voice pierced the rain as he pointed to a small, somewhat lonely hut on the edge of the village.

As the two drew closer, Croa's eyesight was better than Perez's, allowing him to see further in the rain.

He quickened his pace, ignoring the splashing water, and blocked Perez's path.

"Has your father's door always been broken?" Croya asked gravely. It was a brown door, made of good quality wood, and its sturdiness was assured. But now, the door was like a bird whose internal organs had been ripped out by a falcon, with only a small part connected to the wall, swaying and showing signs of vandalism.

From any perspective, this is not a good sign.

"How could that be?" Upon hearing Croya's words, Perez was initially surprised, but he was also affected by Croya's seriousness. He frowned and took a few steps forward in disbelief.

He did indeed see that extremely ominous sight: the door had been destroyed, and lights were still on inside. He could also faintly hear the laughter of strangers among them, the gang of thugs, who seemed to be having a great time.

"bandit......"

Perez looked dazed and muttered to himself. He felt his body was terribly weak, and his legs had even lost the strength to support him. If Croya hadn't caught him in time, he would have been knocked down by the rain.

"They could also be adventurers," Kroya pointed out another possibility, one that seemed more plausible.

Bandits wouldn't be satisfied with just robbing an elderly person living alone, nor would they stay in that house to take shelter from the rain. Once they make their move, they target the entire village and rob all the villagers.

"An adventurer?"

"Perez, they might be adventurers." Kroya lifted the hand from Perez's shoulder, then drew his sword, paused, and stared into Perez's eyes, saying, "You told me you wanted to be an adventurer, that you wanted to earn money and gain power..."

"I haven't been an adventurer for very long, but I have a respected senior who taught me a lot."

Kroya learned about adventurers from Carter. He might have thought that Carter's words were exaggerated at first, but after actually interacting with the adventurers, Kroya agreed with Carter's views more and more. Now he was repeating Carter's words.

"Many adventurers start with the same ideas as you: they either want to make a name for themselves, hone their skills, or accumulate wealth..."

"But in the end, they all turned into a bunch of bastards."

"After all, compared to hunting monsters, robbing villagers disguised as bandits is three times faster at making money."

"And hunting adventurers can earn you money ten times faster."

Kroya remembered these words vividly, and he had also witnessed firsthand how adventurers who made money gambled, drank heavily, overate, spent lavishly on women, or bought herbs that would drive them mad and make them lose their minds...

"They won't remember why they became adventurers in the first place. They died on women's bellies, at the hands of monsters, or by the swords of other adventurers. It's a never-ending cycle. There will always be people who want to become adventurers, and there will always be adventurers who fall and die."

Perez was processing Croya's words; so much had happened tonight that it was almost driving him crazy.

If he becomes an adventurer, will he become that kind of person?

He randomly broke into someone's home, killed their father, and even laughed out loud about it...

So what about Mr. Croya? Why is Mr. Croya different from them?

  

Kroya's feat of slaying the goblins had already spread, but what truly made him famous among the villagers was his kindness. Perez admired Kroya's strength and also looked up to his kindness.

"Mr. Croya..."

Perez felt he had so much to say, but couldn't get it out; his voice choked with emotion, and Croa couldn't hear him.

Seeing that he had recovered from the initial shock, Kroya left him alone, hoping that the rain would calm him down and help him clear his mind.

He walked alone toward the little house, the laughter inside growing ever clearer.

Is there any difference between such adventurers and goblins?

Standing in front of the door, the question on Croya's mind became clear, and the answer was almost obvious.

Nothing.

There is absolutely no difference.

so......

Kroya took off his cloak and wrapped it around his left fist, letting the raindrops wash over his armor, which gleamed even more coldly. He went to the window and took in the scene inside. Adventurers were eating and drinking, playing with dice and cards they carried with them. An old man with a wound on his abdomen lay in a corner, his head wrapped in something, soaked with blood.

The scar was exactly the same as the one Perez had famously pointed out. Kroya compared them and confirmed it without a doubt. At this moment, the adventurers inside the room remained vigilant. They naturally noticed Kroya appearing in front of them, and each of them jumped up from their stools, picked up their longswords, and brandished their claws.

"I've come to kill you all..."

Kroya raised his left fist, which was protected by his cloak, and punched through the window. Glass shattered and the sound broke the silence. He took the opportunity to jump into the room through the window, like an arrow shot out for revenge.

"Bang"

Almost instantly, an adventurer rushed forward. They didn't even have time to put on their armor, and Kroya didn't give them a chance. Therefore, they had to show their most ferocious side to fight against Kroya, a fully armed enemy.

Why did Croa fly into a rage like a lion?

Even after the man had drawn his sword, doubts remained in his mind. Based on his experience as an adventurer, he had not offended Kroya in the slightest, and there was no reason for the two to fight unless someone had revealed that he was also involved in the hunting plan against Kroya.

However, they had a general idea of ​​the other party's whereabouts in White Rock Town, and no one other than Carter had contacted them. It was impossible for him to know who had participated in the hunt tonight.

Adventurers may display terrifying bravery for life and fortune, but they are also extremely conscious of their lives. If they have any misunderstandings with Kroya, they can clear things up and avoid this bloody conflict.

Therefore, the adventurer's sword slowed down and its trajectory in the air was slightly adjusted to collide with Kroya's sword, thus avoiding escalating the conflict.

But then he saw Kroya's eyes.

Those were blue eyes, like lake water, like the sea, and he seemed to see giant waves in them.

A giant wave born of anger.