The Fararu people are probably the nation that least understands elegance in the world.
If Mrs. Kluman was from Suze, what was presented to Roland now would be a small plate of nuts, desserts, yogurt soaked with crushed sweet grass, or bitter tea.
If it were Titan, as the distinguished guest who had saved his master, Roland should be able to enjoy carefully baked high-quality bread, a plate of cold cuts of poultry, and fresh seafood processed with freshly squeezed juice. Bansa has both mountain delicacies and
There are seafood, plenty of light, and black butterfly flower tea, a specialty of Bansa.
Even the relatively backward Caral, as a country ruled by druids, also has intoxicating top-notch fruit wine and fine fresh fruits. No matter which one it is, it can undoubtedly show the host's good cultivation and hospitality.
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But that's not the case with the Fararu people.
Roland finally realized that this wild nation did have its rough edges.
Roland looked silently at the large pot of hot broth in front of him, showing a polite smile. He stretched out his hands to hold the pot.
Yes, he did feel sincerity. In such a cold winter, nothing is more touching than a pot of hot broth.
...It would be better if I could give you a bowl.
"...Then, Brother Kanding pointed me in the direction of your city. After that, I carried him all the way here," Roland said while holding a pot full of broth and warming himself.
Holding his hand, he slowly explained to Mrs. Kluman how Kandin was injured, "But he couldn't hold on and passed out midway... so I had no choice but to walk forward in the last direction he pointed before.
Fortunately, your daughter saw me, otherwise I would have walked over."
When Roland said this, he showed a warm smile and his eyes curved into beautiful crescent shapes.
He had already felt it. Little Lim moved dishonestly and kept casting curious eyes over her. Then he inadvertently turned to the pot of fragrant broth.
Before Mrs. Kluman came back with hot soup from the kitchen, Roland also chatted with the little guy for a while. By the way, he asked about her name and recent events in this small town.
But on the other hand, Roland only told her his name and gender. Therefore, this little mountain girl with beautiful long crimson hair was obviously a little dissatisfied.
If she and Roland were the only two people here, Roland would probably be pestered by her. But because her mother was still here, Little Lim didn't dare to interrupt now.
She seemed to be sitting obediently on her seat, her legs lightly kicking around under the table without touching the ground. Whenever Mrs. Kluman moved her eyes over intentionally or unintentionally, she immediately stopped messing around.
Move, straighten your waist, and immediately place your hands on your knees and sit up.
She looked back and forth between Roland and the broth with her big clear eyes, with "I want to talk" and "I want to eat meat" written all over her face.
However, Mrs. Kluman obviously did not focus too much attention on little Lim. Rather, Mr. Roland was a person who attracted enough attention.
"You have worked really hard."
For the third time, Mrs. Kluman paid her sincere respect to Roland: "I have never seen such a great person as you."
"Ma'am, you are so kind."
Roland Ruo pointedly said: "Sorry, I didn't mean to belittle - I thought the mountain people should be the kind of mountain guests who are generous and not polite."
"Guest, you are right."
Just then, a low and weak voice came.
On the big bed less than five or six steps away from the round table, the man in white singlet struggled to sit up.
When Kandin was carried into the house by Roland, his cold coat, which was covered with snowflakes and soaked in snow water, had been changed by Mrs. Kluman. Together with Roland, Kandin's skin was roughly rubbed with a rough hot towel.
After wiping it, some abrasions were cleaned, and medicine was applied to the wounds cut by gravel. Then he was put into dry and warm clothes and sent to bed.
Mrs. Kluman had no problem with wiping her body with a hot towel. But it was a little difficult for her to carry a man weighing nearly 200 pounds up to the second floor.
Even though mountain women are generally physically strong and capable of fighting, Mrs. Kluman is obviously not included among them.
She was obviously an alien type of person in Fararu. If it weren't for her slightly red hair, Roland would have almost mistaken her for a Titan.
If she were a normal person, bringing Kandin to his house would have been an act of kindness. Roland not only helped her rescue Kandin, but he also walked in the thick snow for so long despite the blizzard.
Helped Mrs. Kluman to deal with Kandin's injury. And helped her send Kandin to the second floor.
As a stranger, Roland has done the best he can.
It is precisely because of Roland's behavior as a good man that he has completely won the respect of Mrs. Kluman.
Of course, now we have to add Kandin——
Roland was finally able to take a good look at this person at this time.
The current white wolf Kandin is obviously still relatively young. His hair is almost black and dark brown, and his skin shows a healthy and wild brown due to oiling all the year round. And Kandin's figure is the kind of body that is difficult to find among mountain people.
He is tall and thin, but even if he is wearing thin clothes, you can still see the hidden muscles on his body.
What is more eye-catching are the scars on his body.
A diagonal scar extends from his left collarbone to below the ribs on his right chest. There are dense lacerations on the outside of his left arm, a small and deep horizontal scar below his heart, and a scar on his right shoulder.
A horrific penetrating wound.
These are all the marks left by the prey in his past hunts.
Compared with these things that can be fatal to ordinary people, the small scratches on his shoulders, back and cheeks are nothing.
The gravel carried by the avalanche and the weight of the snow itself can indeed make an ordinary person injured until he loses consciousness, but for a gold-level hunter, it is actually nothing.
What is really fatal is the suffocation and cold after being buried in the heavy snow. Such sustained injuries are terrible injuries that can kill a gold-level warrior.
After Kandin cast his gaze on Roland's face, his gaze paused for a moment. Then it immediately returned to expressionless.
"Kantin, you'd better take a rest..."
"I'm fine, Honor. You and Lim will entertain the guests first. I have to go see how old Jem is doing, and the warriors..."
Then, regardless of his wife's persuasion, he got out of bed.
"Although it's not nice for me to say this...but you don't have to go."
But at this moment, Roland shook his head. "You want to save the other three hunters, right... In fact, it's useless. I watched them from the mountain being submerged by the avalanche. And it was in the center. I wanted to save them."
If it were dug out, it would be impossible without more than a hundred people working continuously for three days."
"If you hadn't run to the edge of the avalanche in the end, I wouldn't have been able to dig you out. Even if you are in good health, you are still weak now. 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 and die. Do you know?"
Kandin was silent for a moment, and then said in a calm voice: "I understand. I will not go back."
Roland sighed: "I'm so sorry...it's all because of my lack of ability."
"No, it's not your problem as a guest."
Kanding clenched his fists tightly, his face still expressionless: "I will go to their house to apologize later."
"Now you'd better heal your injuries first..."
Just as Roland said this, there was suddenly an unusual noise outside.
You can tell at a glance that it is a sound that can only be made by at least ten people.
For a moment, the four people looked out the window. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net