At night, when dark clouds obscured the stars outside the tent, the women rescued by Grush sat in a circle around the fire wrapped in blankets.

Grush looked at the quiet women, who immediately bare their bodies and ran outside to wipe their bodies with wet dirt and even blood after being rescued by him, but they still felt 'dirty' until their bodies were frozen.

After scavenging some supplies from the camp, Grush led them out of the sinful place, killing the two young men he had stunned before leaving.

Looking at the frightened expressions on the faces of the women as they passed by the two young men, Grush decided that they did not deserve to live in this world.

It was demonic, disgusting.

Even if they were rescued from that place by Grush, the women were still very different from Grush, and if Grush sat on one side, they would sit on the other side, even if someone would suffer from the cold.

There was not a single piece of clothing under the blankets, and Grush didn't know why they did it, but he respected their decision.

Grush had never used such a tent, and under the guidance of several women who grew up on the Eagle Plateau, he barely erected a tent that could withstand the wind and frost.

"Your Excellency the Holy Warrior, I'm really sorry......"

Sitting next to Grush at this time was one of the few women who was still able to stay 'awake', Rama.

Grush did not sit by the fire, and the cold did not make him sick, but the women were different, and on a vast plateau, no one knew when the next settlement would appear before their eyes, and it would be very troublesome to catch the cold at such a time.

Grush was able to heal them, but his weak body would make it difficult for them to hold on.

Rama sat with Grush in the dark corner of the tent, watching the women sit around the fire, absorbing the faint heat that made the body tremble under the blanket.

The firelight reflected the haggard faces, confused or desperate, and Grush sighed, a faint light blooming on his hand.

Under the light of this light, Rama's body stopped trembling slightly, she bit her lower lip lightly, her eyelids drooped slightly, and apologized again: "Your Excellency Paladin, I have caused you trouble......

She had put on the clothes she had brought from the camp and was wrapped in a blanket, but the night on the plateau was surprisingly cold.

Even when she was resting in her tent, Rama carried a scimitar, not because she didn't trust Grush, but because she wanted to keep a vigil for Grush.

There was only one tent in the wasteland, and if no one kept vigil, the Eagle Plateau had not yet recovered from the barrenness of winter, and it was not surprising that hungry beasts would attack the settlement.

"It's okay......" Grush just shook his head.

He didn't know what to do with the women, but he learned from Rama that they were from all over the world, and that the group killed by Grush was a group of slave traders disguised as nomadic tribes.

The slave trade was not unforgivable in the world of Assatom, but most of the sources of slaves were captured after the war between the two sides, or 'aliens' living outside of human society, and only slaves from these sources would be recognized.

For example, the previous group of people is generally called the 'privateer' because their slave origin is not 'regular' and is not recognized by the major churches, so once discovered, they will be wanted.

However, most of the privateers are behind the aristocratic forces, especially the privateers who sell young women.

As for sending them home?

Oh, from the beginning, in order to prevent these women from having any way out, privateers usually killed their entire families, and Grush did not expect the vicious privateers to find out and spare their families.

Apparently they knew, otherwise they wouldn't have been so confused, and none of them had ever mentioned to Grush asking him to send them back.

They are 'commodities', they are used as tools to vent on weekdays, and after losing everything, they don't even have the idea of living.

Grush didn't know about this beforehand, but they were going to kill people if they didn't agree, and he felt that he needed to deter them, but when he found out about the women, he couldn't hold back his anger anymore.

"That privateer group traveled all over the continent and sold 'goods' to nobles everywhere, but it had been well disguised and undetected before......"

Rama sighed, his hands couldn't help but clench the scimitar in his arms, and his voice was low: "I am a child of the sun, I was caught by them about last year, and a 'senior' who had fallen ill and died on the way to transfer told me that this privateer group was only a small part, and she was once the leader of the privateer group...... Before, she saw a mark behind the man...... When we found out about it, we thought we were hopeless. ”

Rama pursed her lips, lowered her head, and thanked again: "Thank you, Lord Paladin......"

How was he supposed to say, 'This is what he was supposed to do?' and where were they before...... The phenomenon of privateering groups on the continent of Slo Mendes still exists, and there are many similar incidents in various places, where are they?

After hearing Rama thank you again, Grush's heart grew heavier.

He won't be presumptuous because of this, but he can't still calm down after hearing these words.

There was a fire burning in his heart, a flame that would not be extinguished until he died.

Grush closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked, "What do you want to do in the future?"

"I can't take you with me all the time, and you can't follow me all the time, so, do you have a plan?"

The sudden inquiry made Rama's body stiffen and tremble.

The mood is like the sea under a storm, the waves are constantly surging, and I was stunned for a while, and my mind was blank.

Clutching the scimitar in her arms tightly in both hands, Rama was about to shrink her head into her arms, because she didn't want the paladin beside her to see the fear in her eyes.

This holy warrior is a strong man with a sense of justice and responsibility, so she can't complain, and if she does, this holy warrior may stay and help them because of a moment of relenting...... Maybe someone will like it, because they may really need help, but she can't!

“...... We need to talk about it. After calming his fears a little, Rama whispered, "There may be a long way to go, and we still have time to ......."

This is also to comfort herself, she seems to have developed a dependence on the paladin who saved her, so she needs to tell herself that she still has time to adjust slowly......

Grush nodded, they might have to walk a long way to get to the next settlement, and he couldn't be separated from them until he reached the next settlement, and there was still time for them, they could discuss it slowly.

He can't take care of them all the time, he has his own ideals, and there are other similar things that he needs to solve, he can't stay in one place all the time.

Grush believes that as long as he is not dead, it will be difficult for him to stop.

He's so stubborn......

There was silence in the tent again, and the women by the fire were already leaning on each other to sleep, and the few women who were able to stay calm were still awake, covering the others with blankets, and glancing worriedly at Grush.

After the previous conversation, there was silence between Grush and Rama.

Rama looked drowsy, and then Grush leaned into her ear and asked softly, "What does the mark you said the 'senior' see, can you tell me?"

If Rama had asked while she was still awake, maybe she wouldn't have told herself, because it might have looked like a behemoth.

"Dragonhead...... Sword ......"