A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Wait, please wait." The woman in knight's armor scrambled to her feet, trying to catch up with Bray.

But as soon as she got up, she tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

“Sir, please wait a moment!” she tried to call out to Bray, but he did not turn around.

Once Bray's figure had completely disappeared, she did not get up again.

The woman in full armor is always called "Knight Princess", but before that, her name was Nisa.

Nisha wanted to call out to Bray, but if you asked her why she wanted to, she might be lost in thought for a long time.

Yes, why did I call out to Bray, and what was the purpose of doing so?

Why is that?

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Actually, when Nisha called out, it wasn't that Bray was pretending to be aloof and therefore didn't respond.

However, Bray was in a daze due to his injuries after the fight.

The surrounding sounds were all muffled, as if one were underwater.

At that time, he probably wouldn't have known who was calling him.

Therefore, Bray had absolutely no awareness of "ignoring others" afterward.

A few days later, he calmly sat in Clinton's Adventurers' Guild and took a sip of juice.

He held the cup in one hand, squinted his eyes, and looked very content.

After leaving the ruins, he had already given up on getting the reward for his mission.

You're saying everyone's dead, so where are we going to get our compensation?

Since there's no reward, there's no need to worry about it, which makes things much easier.

He didn't tell anyone else about everything in the ruins.

In Bray's mind, perhaps the best thing to do was to say nothing and let the ancient hero sleep.

If too many people know the truth about the ruins, there might be quite a few who try to excavate or destroy them.

This is something Bray doesn't want to see.

So why did Bray define Carlogaris as a hero?

Isn't this a simple matter? Doesn't everything in the murals praise Carlogaris?

If those who are so lauded are not worthy of being called heroes, then what kind of trash are the "brave" people who are popular now?

"Don't think about it anymore, it's all in the past." He patted his face and murmured.

As an outstanding D-rank adventurer, Bray believed he should be more cheerful and not let the bad things from before affect his mood.

Although he said he found it hard to laugh, he still thought he was quite lively.

He might even strike up a conversation with a pretty girl he sees, or secretly flip through a mysterious book.

Nineteen years old? I'm so young.

However, when he thought of the beautiful girl, he couldn't help but sigh.

After what happened last time, Virginia and the maid both left the group.

It would be one thing if they just left the team, but it seems that the two of them have some kind of psychological trauma, and they don't even want to be adventurers anymore.

There used to be two beautiful girls in my team, but now I'm all alone.

This is too difficult. As expected, being an adventurer is a tough job.

If anyone says that being an adventurer is a life of leisure and idleness, Bray will definitely pull out his "ultimate weapon" to make them swallow their words.

"A commission, a commission, what should I do next?" Bray muttered to himself, sounding somewhat helpless.

After experiencing that life-or-death battle in the ruins, Bray's swordsmanship improved dramatically.

Of course, you could say he was incredibly strong at that time, but that's just how he felt.

However, this is a comparison with great heroes. If he were to fight an ordinary adventurer, he still felt he could win.

Now that he's no longer afraid to fight, Bray is starting to struggle with the cases he's about to take on.

Since I'm only a D-rank adventurer, I can only do some low-level quests.

"Maybe I should level up." He pursed his lips.

"Okay, let's do it this way." He slapped his thigh, made his decision, and prepared to get up to ask the receptionist for more details.

However, he had barely stood up when he was pressed down by a pair of hands wearing iron-armored gloves.

"Who?" Bray asked almost instinctively.

Which guy took it upon himself to push the person down?

“I’ve finally…finally found you…” The woman pressing down on Bray was Nisha; she instinctively pushed Bray back into the chair.

She was panting as she spoke, as if she had run over.

Since Bray was no match for Nia in strength, he could not fight back without drawing his sword.

suffocated.

He also noticed the strange looks from the people around him, as if he were being stared at like a monkey.

"Shh, don't use 'you' (formal)." Bray quickly made a shushing gesture.

The stares of the people made Bray very uncomfortable; it felt like he had died naked in the union.

“No, you must address me as ‘you’…” Nisha said earnestly.

If even the strong, or one's own savior, are not worthy of using the formal "you," then who is?

The serious tone sent a chill down Bray's spine.

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time. This is the reward you deserve.” Nia remembered something and quickly handed a card to Bray.

There's money in this card.

"This is a total of 100000G, please confirm."

"Wait a minute, isn't it 10000G?"

“This is what I added for you!” Nia nodded emphatically.

"..." Bray suddenly felt the card in his hand was a little hot.

"I'm sorry, is it not enough?" Nia asked, assuming that Bree was dissatisfied after seeing his expression.

"No ..."

"I'm sorry, this is all my savings... I've never been able to save any money because of donations..."

"Enough, enough!" Bray's forehead was covered in cold sweat; he was afraid that Nia would give him more.

The curious stares from the group of guys around him were almost enough to kill him.

"Alright, I'll take the reward. I'm leaving now." With a face full of black lines, Bray stood up, took a few steps back, and rushed out the door.

This is not a place to stay for long; who knows what trouble might happen if we stay any longer.

However, he did not expect that Nia would catch up with him right away.

The two staged a chase scene in Clinton's area.

Bray was quickly caught up; he couldn't even outrun Nisha, who was wearing armor, which was rather embarrassing in a way.

The problem is that after Nisa caught up, she stood there stunned for a long time without saying a word.

He finally managed to utter a "thank you," and then ran off, even faster than when Bray left the union.

What is going on here? Bray found too many things confusing lately, and he thought he might need to take a break.

Bray held up the card with the money in his hand, looking somewhat bewildered.

One hundred thousand, to put it bluntly, is not much compared to many wealthy people.

But it's definitely not a small amount; I'm not the kind of person who can spend money like water.

It might take me two or three years of commissioning to earn that much money.

"Save it...save it?" Bray began to ponder where the money would go.

"Oh, right..." He slapped his head.

His life has been so exciting lately that he almost forgot about his savior.

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"Grandpa! Grandpa! Our rice jar is almost empty!" a fox girl named Laris cried out.

She held the lid of the rice jar in one hand, her eyes filled with tears.

"Laris! Laris! Don't be afraid, we can still eat noodles!" the girl's grandfather, an old fox named Ural, comforted her.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! You're so smart!" She wiped away her tears instantly and said excitedly.

But after a short while, her whole body began to tremble.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! We never bought any noodles!" she choked up.

"Laris! Laris! Don't cry, Grandpa's going to pick some wild vegetables!"

"grandfather!"

"Laris!"

"Whoa!!!"

There is a small village outside Clinton.

The village is inhabited by some people who cannot afford to live in the city.

It's so real, so real it makes me want to cry.

And Ural and his grandson Laris live here.

Because Urals was too old and had few ways to earn money, and Laris was clearly not fit to work as a child laborer, the two lived in poverty.

However, looking at their lives, one might think they are "poor," but they never seem "miserable."

Perhaps it's just that the two of them are too foolish, which is why others have this illusion.

But occasionally—and I mean occasionally—if you're this silly, life can be a lot easier.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Laris has already turned over the whole land!" Before the fox girl could finish speaking, she had already carried a hoe into the house.

"Laris! Laris! Grandpa has brought out all the seeds too!" The old man dragged a large bag of seeds out of the warehouse.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was some kind of berserker, not a hunched old man.

"That's fantastic! If we plant them, we'll have something to eat again in six months!" The grandfather and grandson clasped hands together and jumped up on the spot.

"Ouch! My back, my back, Grandpa's back is hurt!" After landing on the ground, Ural immediately clutched his back and cried out.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Don't die!" Laris cried uncontrollably when he saw this.

"Laris! Laris! Grandpa isn't dead, he just can't stand up."

"Quickly help Grandpa lie down," Ural gasped and said to Laris.

"Laris understands! Grandpa, Grandpa, please don't die." The fox girl turned around and ran to drag the bed over, swishing her fluffy tail.

"Laris! Lars! What are you doing!?"

"Laris is dragging the bed over so Grandpa won't have to move!"

"I'm so touched! Laris, you're Grandpa's best granddaughter!" This time, it was Ural's turn to cry her eyes out.

And just then, Bray stood at the door of the grandfather and grandson's house.

Hearing the shouting and yelling inside the house, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Is there a fight going on inside? Generally speaking, that's unlikely.

But the people inside the house were no ordinary people.

Anything is possible.