87_87643 made up for my mistake.

At least partially make up for it. I must admit, though I didn't tell anyone about it - I almost couldn't hold back my tears when I saw Carrot wake up.

No, it's not just because Kylo is my friend. In fact, many times I have always considered myself a ruthless person. If there is something I decide or am doing that will cause harm to others, I will not apologize for it, nor will I stop. Because each of us spends our whole life in damage and being damaged, in a sense, this is actually the essence of life. The inhabitants of civilized races will not allow a goblin tribe to operate near their villages and towns, because these goblins are destined to steal their livestock, destroy their fields, and even threaten their lives, and the survival of goblin populations is based on destructive actions to humans or other humanoid races, so people will ask the lord to send troops to drive them away, or simply scrape together a sum of money to find adventurers like me to wipe them out completely. And when I complete this task, it means that I have gained benefits by harming the goblins.

I did this a few times in the old days because I needed money. If I were to be more cruel and evil, I mean, like my former companions, I could try to control the whole goblin race, and get more by double oppressing them and the inhabitants of the village. But I'm just raising the asking price appropriately. Not every time, of course, but often too. Still, taking the example of the goblin threat, I would observe the abundance of the village. The attitude of the inhabitants, whether they themselves are capable of resisting the invasion, whether there will be district guards or troops to help them...... Thus making my request. A lot of times this will challenge their bottom line and turn them to cheaper adventurers, but it will only give me some more bargaining chips and maybe save me some trouble. Maybe my conditions are indeed a bit high, but you must know that in this give-and-get survival game, every step is an adventure. All you get is a bag of coins. The land that is lost is a qiē that is possessed. In that case, why not focus on the other side of the scale as much as possible?

As for the "good value for money" fools, unfortunately, my predictions of their fate are generally quite accurate, and dying in the woods or on the side of the road, stripped of the last of their pants by greedy goblins, can't be said to have nothing to do with me, but what can I do? I'm not their babysitter.

Why did I go so desperately to find Kairo? The days on the ship, the intervals of the dull and dazed psychic probing day by day. I've asked myself that too. Lady Mist, the god of murder, no sane person would be so rashly involved in a dispute between two gods, and what I am doing is undoubtedly harming the interests of the gods—and the price I have to pay for this is beyond even imagination.

But every time I see that guy fishing on the boat, oh, he's pretty much doing a stupid thing that a layman can do. I know where Speaker Singh threw him then, and later in those days in the Argus Empire. I never had any hope that he would come back alive. But this guy obviously sees this matter differently than we do. Not only did he come back - I don't know what a thrilling affair it was, he never spoke to me about it - but he won the final victory with his unbelievable recklessness and brute force.

As a mage, I rarely believe that impulsive actions can succeed without careful planning. It's like casting a spell. Only with the right materials, the right spells, the right gestures and movements, only when all the qiē is accurate will the magic web flutter and the spell will take effect. And haphazard and sloppy. Even the slightest bit will lead to failure or abnormal spells. This is not allowed, and the mage has not had the opportunity to endure many such failures in his life. But forty-seven is different. He almost never thinks. Or don't think twice. He always quickly decided on a goal, then did it, and then made a qiē into a miasma, and then ...... And then succeeded.

Sometimes seeing him makes me think that this guy I picked up from the swamp is simply being specially created to laugh at me. If there is a river, cross it, if there is a door, smash it open, if there is a mountain, bulldoze it - even the simplest of Golems do not have such logic.

But more often than not, he was able to solve my confusion as quickly as he could. Of course it works, because he was already swinging his fist when I was thinking about communicating with my mouth or casting spells. But...... Really, I was actually very happy when I saw him for the first time on the battlefield in the Sleeping Forest and recognized him.

Well, I thought if I could save Kyro...... She must have been very happy when she saw me.

It turns out that I was right.

Yes, I still believe that survival means the inevitable harm to others, the precise calculation. Sometimes, though, we need something more direct and don't think about it that much. A target that is set in sight, without considering the dangers that may be encountered, may not be rewarded - although probably more than 90 percent of stupid adventurers end up like this.

Of course, about me and Kylo this time, the forty-seven guy succeeded again, and he always succeeded.

So I have to be with him and ready to clean up the big trouble he has caused. He should have someone around him who can think - I think so. That's right, I think this person should be me.

- Former red-robed mage Morrill -

"I don't think I'll ever get used to winter. ”

Moriel's calfskin boots left no trace on the snow that had been crushed by pedestrians and ruts. She wears

The robe, with a velvet hooded cloak on the outside, was wrapped in both hands

"How so, Sister Moriel?" said Kylo, bending down and grabbing a handful of snow from the side of the road. Although the snow is very hard. But as her hand approached the snowdrift, the snow spat out a mixture of dust and impurities, and reverted to pure white ice crystals—the girl took the snow in her hand and watched happily as it deformed in her palm, as she had done when she had decorated her magic shop, and finally shaped the already dirty snow into a clean ice flower.

"Kairo, I said you'd better avoid using this innate spell-like ability for the time being. Morriel reproached, but not in a harsh tone. When in Rain City. Morrill knew that Kyro's strange ability was planted in the family's bloodline. This allows her to use her pure willpower to access the magic net and cast spells without going through formal spellcasting training or prior preparation, although it is only related to the water realm. Other people like Kairo are good at manipulating fire and controlling the wind, and mages are usually not very compatible with such natural magic users, and Morriel was initially the same, but then unknowingly got along with Kairo.

Cairo stuck out his tongue, "I know." Sister Morriel. ”

When the goddess of lies accused her, Kairo was not completely unconscious. Although the part of her nature that belonged to her in those days had been compressed to the smallest extent by the divine power of the Mist Lady, like a grain of sand drifting in the surging river, she was still alive until the Mist Lady did not fully recover and return to her divine domain, watching in horror and sorrow at the qiē that the Mist Lady had done with her body.

Thankfully, this qiē is now over.

Morriel smiled, not trying to be too harsh on the girl. Although she only managed to suppress the goddess of lies in Kairo's body, and had to rely on the help of the water elemental princess for this. Inject the Murder Prince's Divine Power into her to do just that. If the Mist Lady finally breaks through Ciric's prison, it will be even more difficult - and it is unknown what effect Kylo's magic will have on this. But...... One or two of these little tricks are fine. The female mage found herself getting more and more comfortable now.

Forty-seven, who was looking around, lowered his head and blew at the ice flower on the ground in Kairo's hand. The beautiful ice flowers melted instantly. The cascading petals fell like shredded pieces of paper, and the girl shook her hands with a bitter face, and she was burned.

"If you know, do it. Forty-Seven said to Kyro. Leaving the Retribution did not bore him, as he had already begun to hatch a great plan. Retribution? It's just a gadget.

Simon was simply grateful for the decision—he put them ashore and ran away, according to him. He and his sailors sail the Retribution across the storm to the distant New World in search of the world's most amazing metal for Forty-Seven.

However, the trio did not return to Deep Waterfall, and after rescuing Kairo, Morriel decided to stay away from people and things related to God as much as possible. So it's better not to deal with Xinbu and the paladins anymore, including the red-robed mages. Strangely enough, however, Chloe also returned to Deep Stream to be with the paladines, and did not continue to follow her. Morrill had no problem with this, and hoped that the red-haired swordswoman had shifted his interest in her to other girls.

That's why now they're just standing idly in this little place called Sweetwater. Although it is still nominally under the jurisdiction of the alliance of lords led by Deep Stream City, it is neither a transportation artery nor a special local product, but the groundwater in this area is sweet and sweet, and the nearby woods and small lakes are also rich in products, so that the villagers can fill their stomachs and fight tooth sacrifices, and occasionally exchange some extra money with caravans passing here, so most of the time it is peaceful and makes people want to doze off.

"You two don't make a fuss. Morriel stopped Forty-Seven from blowing again, and Kyro prepared to fight back with another cloud of ice.

"Aren't there any dangerous monsters here, and bastards like O'Sullivan are like the Shireks. Forty-seven looked around, his gaze making the village militia standing by the wooden fence quite nervous.

"The most dangerous thing here right now is you. Morriel walked towards the main entrance of the town: "Let's rest here for the night, and then decide on the next step of the trip." Kairo, aren't you really going back to Rain City?"

Kyro jumped up and down after her, "Because Sister Moriel, you won't go back to Rain City for a long time, will ......you?" Anyway, my magic potion must have either expired or been stolen, so it doesn't matter if I can't go back or not!"

Forty-seven is a head taller than the sturdy militia. When he found out that Forty-Seven's face was actually made of metal, he was even more surprised that he could barely close his mouth.

The three of them walked along the main road that ran through the town, and although the villagers' eyes were a little strange along the way, there was no big fuss. It seemed to them that they were all adventurers who refused to make a decent living in peace, dressed in leather armor and ridiculous cloaks, carrying swords and quivers, and carrying a mess of bedding rolls, swept like a whirlwind through every place they passed. Spending lavishly, asking if there are any mysterious caves or ancient ruins nearby, making a mess of everything, and the most hateful thing is that they always make the half-grown children in the village who don't know the hardships of life itching to dream that one day they can also go to slay dragons, and sleep with the duke's daughter, then they don't listen to the adults' preaching.

The only tavern and inn in Sweetwater with the same name in Sweetwater is tethered to a few geldings of different coats by the manger in front of the town, munching on hay. It must have seemed that they were tired and hungry, and they were not even alarmed when Forty-Seven walked by. And the lobby of the inn is like all such rural places

It smelled of sweat and bad wine, but luckily it wasn't night, otherwise the townsfolk would have made the smell so heavy that Kairo couldn't stay at all.

The innkeeper was a thin, middle-aged man who looked much older than he was. But he was only responsible for baking bread, and the actual ruler was his wife. A woman with a fat body and a loud voice. She guarded the inn like an old hen guarding her nest, along with her three daughters and a son.

At the moment she was complaining about the spicy smoke from the crackling wood in the fireplace. Because it stinged her eyes, and the firewood cost money, she took up a plate and brought home-brewed mulled wine and bagels to Morriel and the others, who were sitting in the far corner, and took it upon himself to put a large bowl of stew in front of Forty-Seven, and the re-clamped wooden bowl was full of carrots, onions, potatoes, and a few pieces of cured meat. Then she turned to leave and kicked her youngest son in passing. Because he was lying on the ground, trying to mistake the table legs for a jungle, imagining himself to be an experienced ranger. The trail of the world's most terrifying beast is being tracked.

"She must have thought you were the same guy over there. Cairo took a small bite of bread, then carefully scooped a slice of meat from Forty-Seven's bowl.

"Hey, this is for me!" but Forty-Seven was just talking, and he really couldn't eat a bite in the face of such a big bowl of stew.

At this time, a noise erupted on the other side of the room.

"I've once defeated an entire team of orc bandits!" The muscular warrior straightened up with his hands on the table, yelling at the man at the opposite table, spitting on his companion's head, and his whole face flushed with alcohol and irritation: "Are you questioning me?"

The ridiculer disapplauded the wine in his glass: "The winter wolf is nothing? haha, I think you just thought it was a big white wild dog, right?"

"You bastard!" the warrior snapped his glass on the ground and was about to rush over to settle the dispute with his fist, but fortunately the hostess intervened in time and slammed most of the jug of ale on the table, and the hops splashed, and the warrior with big shoulders and round waist was stopped by the boss's barrel-shaped fat body: "Gentlemen! Sitting here with me will never solve the threat in the woods! Why don't you use practice to prove who is the real hero?!"

The warrior glared at the proprietress of the unafraid fat face, and suddenly reached out to pick up the flask, and without pouring it into the cup, he grunted into the spout of the jug, and the yellowed wine foam ran down the bearded neck to the collar, mixing with the sweat stains on the shirt.

"Brothers, go, let these bastards see what we're capable of!" he tossed the jug, beckoned his fellow tablemates, and went out in a swarm, the cold air swirling into the room, but was immediately digested by the warm fire in the room.

The other group also stood up—except that the guy who had just laughed at the warrior tightened his wide belt, loosened the dagger in its sheath, and walked around the bar to Morel's table.

"Good afternoon, beautiful Miss Mage. He gave a so-so salute, and his gaze stayed on Forty-Seven for a moment, focusing on his hideous and gorgeous armor: "I guess you've heard the news that there is a winter wolf near Sweetwater Town, right? Introduce yourself, I'm ......"

Morrill interrupted him coldly.

"I'm sorry, we're just travelers passing through here. We don't intend to make any trouble for ourselves, and as for the winter wolf or something, I think it's better to leave it to those who have the ability to solve it. ”

The man straightened up and smiled perfunctorily: "...... Case...... Looks like you have no intention of joining the team. Then I wish you a safe journey, Miss Mage!"

Morrill watched them leave the hotel as well. Then she turned her gaze back to the proprietress who was wiping the table while cursing the unsophisticated adventurer bastards, and the proprietress daughter who was only now allowed to come out to help. There was no doubt that they were real mothers and daughters, as they looked exactly the same batch of different types of barrels.

Ordinary people, ordinary lives. Including the two rookie adventurers, too--Moriel took a sip of sweet wine, and there was an indescribable peace in his heart, and he even wanted to stay here for a few more days.

"Girl, you're doing the right thing!" the proprietress walked over, her coarse apron stretched tightly on her body, "Those people are a bunch of boring fools! The mayor has sent someone to report to the lord, and in a few days there will be serious soldiers here to deal with this mess......! As a result, there are always these people, like flies smelling stinky meat, as if they think they can save the world! Hey, big man, why don't you eat it!"

The proprietress questioned dissatisfied, and then brought over a large bowl full of pancakes, chopped diced vegetables and salted fish: "Change the taste!"

Kylo was snickering.

Forty-seven stared fiercely at the gable-like back of the proprietress while her husband and daughters changed color a little when they saw this. In the end, though, he just pulls the spoon out of the bowl and lets Kyro "steal" a small piece of fish again.

"How myopic is this woman's eyes?"