Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

......

After the horse had traveled a distance, Lin Yu slowly put away the calm expression on his face.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

He certainly didn't do this without expecting anything in return.

Cast a long line to catch a big fish.

Holly is also a character you can encounter in the game.

As a slave trader, her identity is also linked to another role.

I'm not going to have much contact with her this time, naturally in order to get a better return next time.

After saving her, Lin Yu never wanted just money.

......

By the time we returned to Holm village, the sun was already setting.

Lin Yu pushed open the door to his house, but the house was empty; Arya was not there.

He thought for a moment, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket, covered his face, and smelled it.

The sense of smell is enhanced in three seconds, and the residual scents in the air become more three-dimensional.

Arya's scent was heading east, towards the village.

Lin Yu followed the scent and walked a short distance before he saw Aunt Martha's yard.

The courtyard gate was open, and voices could be heard coming from inside.

He glanced inside and saw Arya sitting on a wooden stool, holding a needle and thread and a piece of dark gray cloth, sewing with her head down.

Aunt Martha sat opposite her, busy with her hands and talking, and Arya nodded in response from time to time.

Neither of them noticed that there was someone at the door.

Lin Yu paused, took two steps back, and stood outside the courtyard wall again.

He leaned against the wall and looked up at the sky.

Arya made the clothes without his knowledge, probably wanting to surprise him.

Since that's the case, let's just pretend we don't know.

Thinking this, Lin Yu took a few steps back, almost to the intersection, before deliberately making his footsteps louder as he walked toward Aunt Martha's house.

The moment the footsteps entered, Arya's hand jerked violently, and the needle pricked her finger.

She hissed, put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, then quickly folded up the fabric in her hand and stuffed it into the basket next to her.

Then he closed the sewing box and stuffed all the scissors, rulers, and scraps of cloth inside.

The movements were incredibly fast, as if they were doing something shady.

Although she couldn't see him, she could already hear Lin Yu's footsteps.

It's amazing. Even without any evidence, Arya felt that the footsteps must belong to Lin Yu.

Martha looked up at her, a slight smile playing on her lips. She didn't say anything, but simply put away her work in a leisurely manner.

Lin Yu appeared at the gate of the fence.

Arya sat on the stool, the basket beside her feet, her hands neatly placed on her knees.

Her face was a little red, and her breathing was still a bit rapid, but her expression was as calm as possible.

"Lin Yu...you...you're back?" Her voice was a little strained.

"Hmm." Lin Yu nodded, his expression unchanged. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before shifting to Aunt Martha. "Sorry to bother you."

Aunt Martha waved her hand.

Lin Yu looked at Arya, smiled, and said, "What are you doing here?"

"I...I've come to keep Aunt Martha company." Arya's fingers twisted together on her knees.

"My aunt lives alone, so I came over to sit for a while and keep her company."

Martha took off her reading glasses and squinted at Lin Yu.

He looked her up and down, from her face to her feet, and then back up from her feet to her face.

"Is this your man?" she asked Arya.

Arya's face flushed red: "Auntie..."

"Not bad, handsome and tall." Martha nodded, smiling at Lin Yu.

"Arya, after living alone for so many years, finally has someone to keep her company."

I thought she was going to be an old maid forever.

"Aunt Martha—" Arya's voice was urgent and shy, and she gripped the basket even tighter.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore." Martha waved her hand with a smile, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes crinkling together.

"Young people are easily embarrassed, so I won't be annoying."

She turned to look at Lin Yu, her gaze carrying the scrutinizing and concerned look typical of an elder:

"Child, Arya is a good woman, don't bully her."

"No," Lin Yu said.

Martha stared at him for two seconds, then nodded in satisfaction.

Arya stood to the side, her face flushed red to the roots of her neck. She looked down at her chest, her fingers tracing the handle of the basket.

Seemingly afraid that Aunt Martha might accidentally reveal the matter of making clothes, Arya whispered:

"...Aunt Martha, we're leaving now. Lin Yu said...he said he'd take me to the hot springs in El Village."

"Oh—soaking in a hot spring." Martha drawled, her smile deepening.

"Go ahead, young people should go out and travel more. Oh, and when you get to El Village, please say hello to Mrs. Anton at the village entrance for me."

She lived next to that big tree, in a house with a red roof that you could see at a glance.

Last month, she asked someone to tell me that she missed me, but I have difficulty walking and can't go that far.

Tell her that you will definitely visit her once your leg is healed.

"Yes, I've got it." Arya nodded solemnly.

"Good girl." Martha stood up, patted the loose threads off her dress, walked over to Arya, and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Go ahead and have fun."

Arya glanced at Martha, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

In the end, he simply nodded, picked up the basket, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

As she passed by Lin Yu, Lin Yu reached out and took the basket from her hand.

"I'll do it."

Arya's fingers brushed against the back of his hand, but he didn't pull away.

The two walked out of the courtyard hand in hand.

Martha stood at the door, watching their figures disappear around the corner of the village road, smiled, shook her head, and turned to go inside.