My bloodline is so eager to improve.

Their current actions can be considered as responding to the goddess's divine revelation, so they cannot afford any mistakes.

As Otek waved to adjourn the meeting, the executives stood up and left the council chamber the instant the projection disappeared.

At this moment, the flame of the tinder still burned quietly, reflecting the adventurer's file spread out on the long table, as if silently foreshadowing that the boy from the remote countryside had gradually arrived on the stage of the kingdom.

Just as the headquarters of the Lantern Order in the capital was rife with speculation over a piece of information, the village of Lot welcomed three guests who had traveled from afar.

The North in November was already quite cool. As night fell, wisps of smoke rose from the village chimneys, carrying the aroma of pine and barley bread far and wide on the evening breeze.

The villagers, having worked all day, were packing up their farm tools and heading home. Children chased after a spotted dog on the dirt road, their laughter echoing all the way.

Just then, three figures appeared on the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

The boy at the front was tall and straight, carrying a wooden frame steadily on his shoulder, and a polished iron plaque hung around his neck.

That's the Adventurers' Guild's level indicator.

Beside him followed a man dressed in a simple, elegant style, who was carrying a heavy hammer. His steps were slightly weary, but his eyes held a hint of curiosity as he couldn't help but look around.

"It's Otto!"

A villager carrying a hoe on the edge of the field recognized the boy's face first, and immediately straightened up and exclaimed in surprise.

The sound was like a gate being opened, and the villagers who had been heading home all gathered around, their faces beaming with genuine smiles.

"Otto?"

"It really is you, kid!"

"You've only been away for half a month, but you look much stronger!"

"Wait, is that iron plaque around your neck the Iron Rifle level?"

You've become a Level 3 Adventurer!

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

Many of the villagers are adventurers by trade, so they know the social thresholds very well.

From the Log level to the Iron level, it usually takes adventurers at least two or three years, and they also have to pass two official guild tests in a row, which is quite difficult.

But Otto, who has only been away from home for half a month, has already crossed this threshold?

Xing Sou Zhu @ You happy surrounded Otto, bombarding him with questions, their eyes filled with satisfaction and pride.

Looking at the familiar faces, Otto's tense nerves relaxed, and a smile crept onto his lips. He waved his hand.

"The task of tearing the line is nothing special."

He spoke of it casually, but the villagers refused to believe him.

The adventurer's path is fraught with peril.

The fact that this child was able to advance two grades in half a month suggests that his talent is probably even more astonishing than they had anticipated.

While Xingyi was exchanging pleasantries with Wu Tuo, some people noticed the two strangers beside him.

The girl he hung on the shelf appeared to be seriously injured.

The priestess next to her was clearly not used to such a lively scene. Surrounded by the crowd, she seemed a little awkward, her fingertips slightly clenching her staff.

A few bolder children gathered around Tessa, tilting their heads back to look at her curiously.

One of the little girls, with pigtails, stretched out her finger and gently poked the shaft of the hammer hanging down in her hand, asking in a crisp voice:

"Sister, are you a warrior?"

This stick looks really heavy.

Children speak without thinking, and Tessa was immediately stumped by the question.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain that she was a priestess and that the hammer and staff were used to perform spells or preside over ceremonies, but she didn't know how to explain it to a child and was at a loss for words.

"Most priests use heavy weapons, both to protect themselves and to protect their companions."

A slightly aged but powerful voice came from behind the crowd.

As the chaotic scene unfolded, a white-haired old woman slowly walked towards them.

She wore a faded coarse cloth dress and leaned on a smooth wooden cane. Her bright green eyes were clear and bright, without any trace of the dullness of old age.

She walked over to the children, her rough hands gently patting each of their heads, her voice tinged with amusement:

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse."

What's the point of blocking the guests at the village entrance?

Let's go home, the bread will get cold if we go too late.

The children responded with giggles and laughter, and a boat...

The villagers greeted Otto with smiles and then tactfully left.

They're all adventurers by trade; they know what to ask and what not to look at.

The girl on Otto's back was obviously not someone he could easily show his face to, and no one would be so tactless as to keep asking about her.

Watching the crowd disperse, the old woman turned around to look at Otto, a relieved smile on her face:

"You look much more energetic after not seeing me for half a month. It's good to see you back."

The old woman was none other than Grandma Roxanne.

When Otto was a child, his parents left him in the village of Lot. Otto received a lot of care from her, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was like a second grandmother to him.

Upon hearing the greeting, Otto simply nodded and immediately explained the purpose of his trip.

“Grandma Roxanne, this is Priestess Tessa, who is traveling with me.”

Also, this is a girl I met during my adventure. She was injured and wanted to rest in the village for a while.

Roxanne's gaze swept over Otto's cloak, lingering for a moment on the exposed tip of his furry, grayish-black ear, before she subtly looked away and nodded.

"Let's go to my house first. The wounded can't stand being exposed to the wind at the village entrance."

As she spoke, she turned and led the way, her steps steady and showing no signs of aging.

Otto and Tessa quickly followed.

Walking on the dirt road in the village, there are familiar wooden houses on both sides, with vegetables and herbs growing in the fenced yards. Occasionally, villagers will peek out to greet you, and their tone is very warm.

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Tessa watched all this with a look of surprise in her eyes.

She came from the Royal Academy of Rites and originally thought that remote mountain villages would be closed off and backward. However, as she traveled, she found that many villagers did not seem surprised by her and Otto's arrival.

The way they looked at them didn't show the usual fear and curiosity that country folk have towards adventurers; instead, it was quite peaceful.

It was as if they had long been accustomed to the storms.

Just as Tessa was pondering this, they soon arrived at Roxanne's house.

It was a small, two-story wooden house with ivy climbing the outer walls. A row of herbs were drying in the yard, and a faint scent of grass and wood greeted you as soon as you opened the door.

The first floor houses a living room, kitchen, and bathroom, simply furnished yet spotlessly clean.

A wooden staircase leads to the second floor, where there are several neat bedrooms.

“In the past, you and the other kids from the village would always come to my place and squeeze into the living room to listen to adventure stories.”

Roxanne pushed open the door, glanced back at Otto, and spoke with a hint of nostalgia.

"You have such a strange personality. No matter what I say, you refuse to stay overnight. It's really worrying me."

Upon hearing this, Otto gave an awkward smile and could only mumble a response.

Having been reborn, his soul is now that of an adult; he can no longer afford to stay overnight at his elders' house like a child.

However, this matter cannot be told to anyone. The elderly people in the village only think that he was orphaned at a young age and had a withdrawn personality. Over the years, they have tried various methods to make him more cheerful and have put a lot of effort into him.

Thinking of this, Otto felt a warmth rise in his heart.

"Alright, put the child on the sofa."

I've come to check on her injury.

Roxanne pointed to the sofa in the living room, turned around and walked to the cabinet, opened the cabinet door and took out a slightly worn wooden first aid kit.

Seeing this, Tessa quickly stepped forward:

"Grandma Roxanne, let me help you."

She has a bit of a strange temper; she's not very well-behaved.

She had witnessed the wolf girl's antics along the way and was afraid that the old man would suffer a loss.

But Roxanne waved her hand, opened the first-aid kit, took out a bottle of dark brown disinfectant to wipe her hands, and said gently:

"Little girl, you must be tired from following me all this way. Go and rest for a while."

I'm just doing a quick check, it's nothing.

Her tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable composure.

Tessa paused for a moment, then subconsciously stepped aside.

Otto carefully placed the wolf girl on the sofa and removed the hood of her cloak from her face.

The gray wolf ears stood up limply, the girl's face was pale, her brows were furrowed, and even in her drowsy state, she still had a somewhat vigilant look on her face.

Just as Roxanne reached out to touch the bandage on her arm, the wolf girl, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Her amber eyes were filled with wildness and wariness. Almost instinctively, she opened her mouth, revealing sharp canine teeth, and bit Roxanne's wrist.

The movements were swift and ruthless, with the ferocity of a wild beast.

Tessa's heart tightened, and just as she was about to step forward, she saw Roxanne slightly shift her wrist, easily dodging the bite.

Then, she flipped her hand and firmly pressed it on the wolf girl's head. The force wasn't great, but no matter how the wolf girl struggled, she couldn't move.

"Alright, alright, be good."

Roxanne spoke slowly, like she was shooing away a grumpy puppy.

"Grandma will make you stewed meat later."

The wolf girl let out a threatening howl, but she couldn't touch the other party at all.

After struggling for a while, she probably realized she couldn't break free, so she turned her head away angrily, her cheeks puffed out, looking defiant.

Roxanne didn't mind, and gently unwrapped the bandage from her wound with her fingertips.

When she saw the pale gold runes drawn inside the bandage, she raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of approval:

"This rune is good; it's a healing and stabilizing rune, which is very beneficial for wound recovery."

Judging from the look of it, the person who treated her wounds was quite skilled.

She carefully examined the wound's healing progress, then re-wrapped the bandage with practiced ease, clearly indicating that this was not the first time she had treated this type of injury.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. It will regenerate and grow back on its own after a while."

Roxanne closed the first-aid kit and said casually.

Otto and Tessa were both stunned by these words.

"However, both Dr. McCain and Dr. Luvia from Oaktown said that her injuries were too severe and that she needed a long period of rest, adding that conventional treatments would have limited effectiveness."

Otto quickly spoke up and recounted the details he had received at the hospital.

Upon hearing this, Roxanne smiled slowly as she adjusted the bandages:

"They're not wrong."

Superhumans in ordinary combat professions rarely divert their life energy to self-healing abilities, as that would be tantamount to self-destruction in combat.

But this child is different.

She is a Moonborn, and a Moonborn werewolf with a remarkably pure bloodline.

Roxanne explained patiently.

"Different Moonborn mixed-race individuals have different innate abilities, and the purer the bloodline, the stronger the ability."

This child has a very pure bloodline; she is born with the ability to absorb moonlight to heal her injuries—a process known as regeneration.