A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

It's just that along the way, I accidentally stumbled into various monster territories, or got robbed by bandits who had just killed patrolling soldiers.

Bray thought these things were child's play compared to being trapped in his mental world.

"Pah." Bray spat out the straw from his mouth without expression.

He brushed the other weeds off his head and walked toward the nearest village.

Since it's called a fox village, it's obviously inhabited entirely by foxes.

The male fox clan members are very wild, so wild that they are practically walking foxes.

Fox women are very attractive, but only to the extent that they are human with tails and animal ears.

However, the orc couples were very loving, after all, their aesthetic sense was on a completely different level from that of other lower species.

For female orcs, those guys with big lion heads are simply adorable, handsome, and domineering.

If elves and human women saw this, they would probably take a few steps back, let alone become partners.

No, we shouldn't be thinking about such nonsense right now.

"Good morning, buddy." Bray, who wasn't good at talking, greeted the fox-clan youth stiffly.

The fox youth froze when he noticed that the person greeting him was human.

"Uh, good morning." After a long while, he finally reacted and responded.

This village is very remote, and generally no one comes here.

Orcs rarely visit this place, let alone people of other races.

"Are you a traveler?" the fox youth asked curiously.

“No, just a passing messenger.” Bray shook his head; he was just a errand boy.

"Here is a letter for Rolandia."

"Do you know this person?" Bray asked.

To everyone's surprise, the other person's face turned much paler after the question was asked.

Don't ask Bray how he could tell the fox was pale; it was just intuition.

“Come with me…we’ll talk at my house.” The fox-clan youth glanced around furtively, then pulled Bray toward him.

Bray was dragged along, looking completely bewildered, but he didn't resist.

"Master, you can't go with strangers!" Zetsu-hyang said anxiously when he saw his dazed Master being pulled away by strangers.

"Don't be nervous, nothing will happen," Bray said calmly, his voice so soft that he could hear himself.

And so, Bray was forcibly dragged to the young man's home as a guest.

After the young man slammed the door shut, Bray casually turned on the light for him.

"..." The fox-clan youth looked at Bray with a heavy expression, hesitating to speak.

"You're welcome, it's just a convenience," Bray said first, thinking the other person was about to mention the lamp.

“I didn’t ask you about the lamp.” The young man sat down and gestured for Bray to sit down as well.

Bray didn't stand on ceremony and found the most comfortable chair.

"Who sent you to find Aunt Rolandia?" the young man asked.

"Aunt?"

"Yes, I know the Rolandia you mentioned, so who sent you to find her?"

Bray sized up the other person before answering.

“Ural,” Bray replied simply.

"Old Man Ural, huh..." The fox youth rubbed his fur, seemingly a little conflicted.

"You may not be able to deliver the letter to Aunt Rolandia."

"why?"

"My aunt was arrested by the chief and we don't know where she's being held."

The election process for orc leaders is simple: it only requires "strength" and "wisdom," with "strength" being the most important.

The chieftain of this fox village a few years ago was Ural's son, but he was later defeated and replaced by a stronger one.

But the winner was unexpectedly ruthless and wanted to exterminate the entire Ural family.

In order to save his granddaughter's life, Ural fled to the Central Continent, but unfortunately he was unable to escape with Rolandia.

Rolandia is Ural's wife, but she is also his daughter.

There are no ethical issues here, because Rolandia was adopted by Ural, who have always regarded her as their own daughter.

Rolandia, who did not leave the village, was captured and imprisoned by the new chief, Hex.

The purpose is unclear, but it doesn't seem like it was "because of good intentions that they locked her up."

Then, Hex ruled the village until now.

If Hex's spies overheard Bray saying he wanted to find Rolandia, it would definitely cause trouble.

It can only be said that Bray was very lucky; the person who asked him happened to be a young man who knew the Ural family.

“I’ve always thought I was very lucky.” Bray’s dead fish eyes were filled with pride.

"..." The fox-clan youth was speechless, unsure how to respond.

"Why don't you resist?" Bray asked a question that many people must have wanted to ask.

If the chief is such a guy, why don't the others rebel?

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about..."

There has never been a shortage of people in this world who would willingly submit to brutality.

As long as those guys exist, it's difficult to resist them.

After all, traitors are everywhere, and one traitor is enough to destroy a thousand people who want to rebel.

“Okay.” Bray didn’t argue, but although he thought there was some truth to it, he still felt that something was off.

“Tell me where Rolandia is, and I’ll secretly go find her,” he said.

"Nobody knows where Aunt Rolandia is. Hex never tells anyone her location."

“emmmmmmmm” Bray pondered.

Why did this plot and this scene remind him of the notebook he bought at the Imperial Market?

"What am I going to do with this letter?" Bray muttered to himself, clutching the letter in his hand.

"I'm sorry, but this letter probably can't be sent out," the fox youth said regretfully.

In fact, since Hex became chief, many people left the village because they couldn't stand it.

"Tell me, can I become your chief?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? You're not even a fox..."

“That makes sense,” Bray sighed, as if he had been serious about his earlier thought.

“Should I go directly to your chieftain named Hex?” Bray asked.

Since no one else knows where Rolandia is, wouldn't it be better for him to just go find Hex?

“How could he possibly tell you…” The young man increasingly felt that there was something wrong with Bray, and a lot of it.

"If you ask rashly, not only will he treat you badly, but Aunt Rolandia will also be in danger."

"Although I don't know if Aunt Rolandia is still alive."

“Hmm, that makes sense,” Bray nodded.

"Then I'll just have to go ask."

"what?"

“If we keep dragging this out, Rolandia won’t be safe either,” Bray said seriously.

Moreover, he felt he was losing out by being sent back to the mainland just like that. The ticket was one thing, but the time cost was the most important.

He slapped his thigh and made the decision.

"Wait a minute..." The young man was startled and wanted to say something to stop Bray.

But when he noticed Bray's right eye, he swallowed back all the words he wanted to say.

It was lifeless, yet incredibly imposing.

---

Half an hour later.

Bray stood calmly in front of Hex.

Hex, who was several times stronger than him, sat on a high sofa, surrounded by seemingly powerful warriors.

"You said you want to know where Rolandia is?" Hex said in a voice that sounded like he was trying not to laugh.

“Yes,” Bray said very honestly, then nodded emphatically.

The fox-clan youth brought him here, but the youth seemed to be very afraid of Hex, so he had already run away.

Actually, this is good, at least no one will know that the young man brought him here.

To be honest, it wouldn't be good if the young man who led the way got retaliated against later.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!" Hex laughed maniacally, his voice so loud it seemed like his abs were about to snap.

"Cripple him, then throw him into the monster pile," Hex casually waved his hand and said to his guard.

For many reasons, Hex couldn't kill Bray directly.

There are still some differences between indirect killing and direct killing.

"Uh..." Bray scratched the back of his head after hearing Hex's words.

"Master, this guy over there is so arrogant!" Zetsu said angrily.

She and her Master are so strong, yet the guy on the other side still dares to spout such arrogant words.

"A little." Bray didn't know why Jue Xiang was so angry, but he still silently drew his sword.

Although what the other party said seemed a bit silly, they were still a chieftain after all.

If it weren't him standing in front of Hex, this silly line would turn into a brutal one.

He swung his sword a few times at a slow pace, and Bray slipped past the servants who were rushing towards him.

The speed and power of the sword swings do not need to be too great.

As long as the strike is effective, it's fine even if you only use the force of opening a bottle cap.

The same applies to speed; if you can kill the enemy with one sword strike, you can save the other few strikes.

Okay, actually it's because I'm lacking in every aspect that I have to cheat like this.

Find the weakness, and everything can be defeated.

This is something he learned from that previous mental world.

There's nothing that can't be cut through.

Bray took a step forward, the tip of his sword pointing at Hex, who had already slid to the ground.

What about the other servants? They've all fallen long ago.

Hex's pupils constricted; the sword was only a centimeter away from his eyes.

"Where have you kept Rolandia locked up?" Bray asked patiently.

"You...you're here for the Heavenly Fox Tears too, aren't you?" Hex said in a fierce tone.

"Huh?" Bray was dumbfounded; he had only come to deliver a message.

How did this turn into talking about Heavenly Fox Tears? What are Heavenly Fox Tears? Bray had no idea what the black fox in front of him was talking about.

As a result, the atmosphere became quite awkward.