"How can you say such things to a lady!?" If Miss Bison had not been afraid of attracting monsters hidden in the fog, she would have killed the male god she had been obsessed with until a few seconds ago.
She didn't yell. Just raising her voice slightly was her greatest restraint.
Even so, two soybean-sized teardrops were already hanging in the corners of her eyes, and she was about to burst into tears at any time.
At this moment, Miss Bison glanced at her little boots as if she had a guilty conscience.
It was okay not to look at it, but once she looked at it, she was stupid.
The boots themselves were a little dirty from walking on a ground full of dust and fallen leaves, at least inside and outside the bathroom. She managed to walk straight into two crime scenes. She didn't even know that there was a big pile of blood scabs on her boots.
, as I got a little closer, I immediately felt a fishy smell coming over my face.
Now it's better, the stinky feet are confirmed immediately.
Miss Bison immediately felt like she was breaking down: "No, I, I didn't notice it just now. I didn't mean it."
Now she had more reason to take off her boots, and Anthony next to her cooperated and provided replacement women's house shoes.
Mark suddenly said: "Wait! Do you want to use precious clean water to wash our dirty boots? They are for drinking. Of course, if we just take off our shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet, the dirty blood may contaminate it.
Other shoes. So I have a better idea."
Turning his wrist, he took out two bottles of [Water of Light], which is also commonly known as holy water among the people. Although every church calls the water filled with the power of its own god as holy water, the more widely recognized one is produced by the Church of Light.
holy water.
"When..." Sha Niu was a little confused.
"When checking the three out-of-control Guardian Knight Apprentices." Mark said expressionlessly, then turned to Anthony: "We can just use holy water to purify the boots, and we don't need to take them off. I'm not used to being in strangers.
Showing your socks in front of people.”
Silly girl blinked. She really didn't know that her male god had such a strange habit, or hobby. When she met Mark's warning gaze, she shrank her neck slightly: "My feet also stink, so it's not good."
...Contaminating your shoes.”
If it were someone else, maybe her stubborn temper would show up.
She didn't dare to be disobedient to Mark, her savior. The key was that when she saw that overly handsome face, all her anger disappeared.
"That's...okay." Anthony couldn't insist.
People already use holy water to wash their boots, so it's hard to say that even things washed with holy water would dirty the house of an ordinary person like him.
In front of Anthony, the two borrowed a rag, dipped it in holy water, wiped the entire outer wall of the boots once, and then followed them in grandly.
The dim light of the lantern shone through the wooden house, which was obviously full of antiquity. When walking on the corridor, the wooden boards under my feet made a "squeaking" sound.
Mark noticed, however, that every wooden board on the wall was sealed with plaster, and no light came out. Of course, this could also be interpreted as windproof.
The mountain wind is so strong that it is uncomfortable to penetrate the house in winter.
We walked through a six- or seven-meter-long aisle before we reached the dining room.
Under the illumination of two kerosene lamps that fell on the low beams, Mark and the two met Susie, the mistress of the house, and her two children.
"She is Susie, and these are our babies Jason and Nisha." Anthony introduced the family.
It looks like a very ordinary home and a very ordinary family.
The entire kitchen and dining room are filled with soot- and oil-stained wooden furniture. There are no modern electrical equipment, only furnishings that seem to still be in the feudal era.
Jason is a little boy about seven or eight years old, wearing patched clothes and a bunch of freckles on his face.
Nisha, who looks quite cute, is younger, about five or six years old. Her red skirt has no patches, but it is obvious that the corners of the skirt have faded after being washed. She holds a rag doll sewn from miscellaneous cloth in her right hand.
A rag doll that looks a bit like a Stitch Monster is actually a very common thing in the homes of middle- and lower-class people.
The middle-aged aunt Susie has a typical aunt face and bucket waist. She wears a dirty apron and her flaxen hair is tied up randomly and tied to the back of her head. However, she enthusiastically takes the child and greets her: "Sorry, I'm sorry.
The situation made you both laugh. Apart from being relatively safe, there is nothing good to do here to greet you."
"Don't mind, we'd be very grateful if you could take a little rest." Mark returned the favor with a smile.
"Don't worry, our house is not in the main building complex. Unless there is strong light coming through, it is unlikely to attract the monster in the fog." Anthony interjected.
Susie enthusiastically said: "We are preparing to have a meal, do you two want to come together? Although it is not a high-class dish."
"Where did you find the food? Is there enough food in the dormitory?"
Susie showed an embarrassed expression: "We have been staying in this damn place for maybe a month, maybe longer. There is not much food in the dormitory, but luckily, Anthony risked his life to go to the canteen yesterday and found some food in the pot.
Rotten meat. And some unpeeled potatoes.”
Anthony emphasized: "Professor Carter from the Department of Mystery discovered that pork can be preserved for a longer period of time after being thoroughly wrapped in fat. I don't know the reason. Anyway, I found it."
When Mark heard this, he smiled: "I praise Professor Carter. But we just had enough to eat before entering this world, so there is no need. If you don't mind, we want to go to your living room to rest first."
"Oh, okay, please help yourself." Anthony raised his hand and pointed in the direction opposite the dining room door.
Miss Bison felt quite aggrieved. She had a feeling that Mark had been targeting her crazily since entering the house. Mark might have eaten enough at noon, but because of her stupid dislocated jaw drama, she actually had almost nothing to eat.
My stomach, I'm so hungry now that my stomach is almost growling.
Before she could say anything, Mark secretly pulled her hard and led her out of the dining room.
Seeing the light of the kerosene lamp casting a long shadow on the dilapidated corridor, she grabbed the other person and immediately turned her around, becoming Miss Bison.
Entering the living room with the same simple furnishings and sitting on the only wooden bench in the middle, Mark said coldly: "Didn't you notice that those two children are starving?"
"Ah! Yes." Miss Bison finally realized that the two children were greeting them while staring longingly at the meat and mashed potatoes on the table: "But, I..."
"Here!" Mark handed over a large piece of bread and a small kettle.
Benniu recognized that this was bread that was common in the school cafeteria, so she didn't think much about it, and started to devour it without caring about her manners.
Mark was a little speechless. He had gained experience in being tricked since time travel.
During the meal, a bunch of nobles and their daughters came over. They all paid great attention to their manners. They had to swallow the food first and wipe their mouths before speaking. A group of young ladies opposite were chattering and asking questions. Mark couldn't expect to be able to do anything.
Have a full meal.
This is a typical case of saving face and suffering.
It has become almost instinctive for him to sneak away food and hide it, then go back and give himself extra food.
Unexpectedly, it became a key strategic reserve.
The stupid girl was eating bread, but she was afraid of making a fool of herself, so she simply turned her back to him.
When he didn't have to face Bison's eyes, Mark no longer had to hide himself. The look he glanced at the dining room opposite the door had a heaviness that Miss Bison could never imagine.
He quickly stopped his gaze, took out another piece of bread, and started to nibble on it himself.
Not long after, Anthony came over after finishing his meal: "I'm sorry to keep you two waiting. According to my experience, in about twenty minutes, the world will enter the night state. The monster will be more active. I strongly recommend that you two
Let’s sleep in the house first, and we’ll talk about anything tomorrow.”
"Is it dangerous?" Mark asked.
"Probably, I saw a group of survivors hiding in the formation system at night, but the next morning, I saw their bodies." Anthony had a sad look on his face.
"Do you have any tips for avoiding that monster?"
"Probably just don't make too much noise. Not even bright lights. I don't know anything else."
"Okay, I won't disturb your family tonight."
"It's okay. We are very happy to be able to save people."
"Is there anything I need to pay attention to tonight?" Mark asked.
"Well, there is a small attic on the second floor, where I keep my armor from when I was a soldier. Maybe there is a hole in the roof of the attic, and there will be a strange sound like crying at night. Please don't pay attention to that sound."
Anthony ordered very seriously.
"Understood."
"Then, is there anything we can do?" Little Silly Girl interrupted.
"If possible, can you play with my two children? They haven't seen the survivors for a long time."
"Okay." Miss Bison's face was filled with a warm smile.
"Come in, kid." Anthony greeted behind him.
Nisha timidly poked her head in from the door: "Brother and sister, which of you would like to play house with me?"
"Sister, let me come!" The little silly girl stepped forward to greet her.
Nisha said softly: "Okay, okay! However, a family should be four people. Can you help me find my brother and borrow his 'Mysterious Warrior'?"
"I'll go!" Mark smiled.
He walked a few steps to the dining room opposite the door and saw Jason holding a small wooden figure in a daze. The wooden figure was very rough, only a few joints could move. A hole was drilled in the wooden palm, and a stick was inserted into it.
A small stick and a disk are regarded as swords and shields.
"Jason..." Mark just started.
Jason turned his head: "You want my mysterious warrior again, right? Yes, the mystery should be exchanged for the mystery."
again?
Mark's heart was slightly touched. He still kept a gentle smile on his face and flipped his wrist: "Look, will this work? The [Eye of Light] with mysterious power."
Yes, this is a pendant passed down from the legless knight in the bathroom. It has low-level exorcism power and is a very common equipment for priests.
Jason smiled and nodded: "Okay."
Seeing Mark coming back with the 'Mysterious Warrior', Nisha immediately laughed and said: "My brother is so stingy. If I don't give him something good, he won't lend me the 'Mysterious Warrior' every time. Brother, you are so kind,
Do you want to play together?"
Mark smiled and pointed at her, Bison and the two dolls: "Isn't there four people in the family? If I join in, there will be too many people."