Blood of Mercury

The Farara people are probably the people in the world who don't know what elegance is.

If Mrs. Krumman was from Suzer, Roland should be presented with small plates of nuts, desserts, and yogurt or bitter tea infused with crushed sweet grass.

If it was Titan, as the honored guest who saved his master, Roland should be able to enjoy carefully baked fine bread, a plate of cold cuts of poultry, and fresh seafood treated with freshly squeezed juice. Banza has both mountain delicacies and seafood, and there is sufficient light, as well as black butterfly flower tea, which is a specialty of Banza.

Even the relatively backward Caral, as a kingdom ruled by Druids, has top-notch fruit wines and fresh fruits that are intoxicating. No matter which one it is, it will undoubtedly show the good cultivation and hospitality of the host family...

But that's not the case with the Faranese.

Roland finally realized that this wild nation does have its arrogance.

Roland silently looked at the large pot of hot broth in front of him and smiled politely. He stretched out his hands to hold the pot.

Yes, he did feel the sincerity. Nothing beats a warm pot of broth on such a cold winter's day.

...it would be better if you could have a bowl.

"...Then, Big Brother Kangding pointed me all the way to your city. After that, I walked all the way with him on my back," Roland warmed himself while holding a pot full of broth He slowly explained to Mrs. Krumman how Contin was injured, "But he didn't hold back and passed out... I had to go all the way in the last direction he pointed before. Fortunately, your daughter saw me, or I would have walked over."

Roland said this, showing a warm smile, his eyes curved into a beautiful crescent shape.

He already felt that little Lim on the side was moving dishonestly, constantly casting curious eyes, and then inadvertently turned to the fragrant broth.

Before Mrs. Krumman came back from the kitchen with hot soup, Roland also chatted with this little guy for a while. By the way, I asked her name and what happened recently in this small town.

But in turn, Roland only told her own name and gender. Therefore, this little mountain girl with beautiful dark red hair is obviously a little dissatisfied.

If only she and Roland were here, Roland would probably be entangled by her. But because my mother is still here. Little Lim didn't dare to interrupt now.

She seemed obediently sitting on her seat, her legs kicking lightly under the table, and she couldn't touch the ground. Whenever Mrs. Krumman looked away, intentionally or unintentionally, she stopped moving in an instant. Keep your waist straight, and immediately sit with your hands on your knees.

She looked back and forth at Roland and the broth with those big clear eyes, with "I want to talk" and "I want to eat meat" written all over her face.

But Mrs. Krumman obviously didn't pay much attention to little Lim. Rather, Mr. Roland was a man enough to attract attention.

"You've worked really hard."

For the third time, Mrs. Krumman paid her sincere respect to Roland: "I have never seen someone as great as you."

"Ma'am, you are very kind."

Roland pointedly said: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to belittle -- I thought the mountain people should be the kind of outspoken mountain tourists."

"Guest, you are right."

Just then, a low and weak voice came.

On the big bed that was less than five or six steps away from the round table, the man in the white single coat struggled to sit up.

When Contin was carried into the house by Roland, the icy coat covered with snowflakes and soaked in snow had been replaced by Mrs. Krumman. And together with Roland, they roughly wiped Contin's skin with a rough hot towel, some scrapes were washed, and the wounds cut by the gravel were also medicated, and then he was changed into dry and warm clothes. He was sent to bed.

Mrs. Krumman was fine with wiping herself with a hot towel. But it was a little difficult for her to carry a man weighing nearly two hundred pounds and climb up to the second floor.

Even though the mountain women are generally physically strong and capable of fighting, Mrs. Krumman is obviously not among them.

She was clearly an outlier in Farraro. If it weren't for her slightly red hair, Roland almost recognized her as a Titan.

If it was a normal person, it would have been a matter of benevolence and righteousness to bring Kang Ding to his house. And Roland not only helped her save Contin. Moreover, he walked in the thick snow for so long under the blizzard, and also helped Mrs. Krumman to deal with Contin's injury, and helped her to send Contin to the second floor.

As an unknown passerby, Roland has done the best he can.

It is precisely because of Roland's good deeds that he completely won the respect of Mrs. Krumman.

Of course, now add a Contin--

At this time, Roland was finally able to take a good look at this person.

Now the white wolf Kangding is obviously still relatively young, his hair is a dark brown almost black, and his skin shows a healthy and wild brown because of the oiling all year round. Contin's figure is the kind of thin and tall type that is difficult among mountain people, but even if he is still wearing thin clothes, he can see the hidden muscles on his body.

More striking are the scars on his body.

A sloping scar runs from his left collarbone to under the ribs on his right chest. He had dense lacerations on the outside of his left arm, a small, deep scar across his heart below his heart, and a horrific penetrating wound on his right shoulder.

These are the marks left by those prey in his past hunting.

Compared to these that would be lethal to the average person. The tiny scrapes on his shoulders and back and cheeks were nothing.

The weight of the rubble and the heavy snow wrapped in the avalanche can indeed cause an ordinary person to be injured and lose consciousness, but it is actually nothing to a gold-level hunter.

What really kills is suffocation and cold after being buried in heavy snow. That kind of continuous injury is a terrible injury enough to kill a gold-rank warrior.

After Kang Ding cast his eyes on Roland's face, his eyes paused for a moment, and then he immediately returned to his expressionless face.

"Contin. You'd better rest..."

"I'm fine, Horner. You and Lim entertain the guests first. I have to go and see how old Jem is, and those warriors..."

Then, disregarding his wife's persuasion, he got off the bed.

"Although it's not good for me to say that...but you don't have to go."

But right now. Roland shook his head. "You're trying to save the other three hunters, right...it's useless. I watched them from the mountain being submerged by the avalanche. And it's in the center. If you want to dig them out, there is no labor force of more than 100 people. It is impossible to work three days in a row."

"If you hadn't run to the edge of the avalanche in the end, it would have been impossible for me to dig you out. Even if you are in good health~www.wuxiaspot.com~, you are still weak, and if you are not careful, you will fall in again."

Roland looked serious: "I don't want the people I finally rescued to go back to die. You know what?"

Contin was silent for a moment, then said in a flat voice, "I see. I won't go back."

Roland sighed: "I'm so sorry... It's all because of my incompetence."

"No, it's not your problem, the guest."

Kangding clenched his fists tightly, his face still expressionless: "I'll go to their house to apologize later."

"Now you'd better heal the injury first..."

Just as Roland said that, there was an unusual noise outside.

It can be heard at about one listen, at least it is a sound that at least ten people can make.

For a while, the four looked out the window. (To be continued.)