My bloodline is so eager to improve.

She looked up at Otto, her emerald eyes revealing a hint of understanding:

"Presumably, the doctor hadn't spent much time with her before, and she was seriously injured, so the effects of the Moonlight Regeneration were slow to appear, and naturally, she didn't notice it."

She's recovering so much better than expected, it must be because you fed her the refined moonlight, right?

Have you studied a specialized technique for extracting moon essence?

With just a few simple words, he managed to guess almost everything about their previous experience at the hospital.

Otto was inwardly surprised, but nodded outwardly:

"Yes, I have learned a breathing technique that allows me to absorb and condense the essence of the moon."

I'd only ever heard that werewolves fed on moonlight, I never imagined it could be used for healing.

He had heard many legends about werewolves in his previous life, saying that they had extremely strong regenerative abilities, so seeing it with his own eyes was not surprising.

But this made him somewhat hesitant:

"Would it be faster for her to recover if I stayed by her side?"

I only plan to stay home for a week this time; I don't know if that's enough time.

"There's no need to go through all that trouble."

Roxanne waved her hand.

"It's true that your moonlight is of high quality and can accelerate recovery, but she can also absorb moonlight to heal herself, it's just a bit slower."

The moonlight in the mountains is plentiful, and the air is pure enough, making it the perfect place to recuperate.

"Just relax and do your own thing; there's no need to watch over you."

Hearing this, Otto finally felt completely relieved.

The wolf girl on the sofa became even angrier after hearing this.

She had been biting and trying everything she could to get close to the old woman, but she couldn't even touch her. Instead, the old woman patted her head and commented on her bloodline like she was commenting on a small animal.

But everything the other person said was true, and she couldn't even refute them. She could only turn her head away, her back to the fishy-smelling object, and say something to it.

Chapter 146 Night Raid (First Update, Please Subscribe)

Roxanne smiled at her sulking and reached out to rub her wolf ears, saying:

"What a mischievous little fellow."

But it's okay, Grandma has the most experience dealing with kids.

As she spoke, she stood up and walked towards the kitchen, not forgetting to turn back and call out to Otto:

"Don't just stand there, come and help."

Otto responded, told Tessa to rest as she pleased, and then followed her into the kitchen.

The kitchen was spotless, with fresh wild vegetables and dried wild game meat laid out beside the stove.

Roxanne started the fire, while Otto chopped the meat and washed the vegetables; the two worked together seamlessly.

The water in the pot boiled quickly, and when the meat chunks were added, a rich aroma of meat soon filled the air.

While the meat was stewing, Roxanne asked Otto about his experiences outside.

Otto didn't hide anything and recounted his experience of registering as an adventurer in Oak Town, completing several routine tasks, and rising all the way to Iron Rifle level.

Of course, he didn't mention a word about the dangerous and distressing things that happened, like encountering a succubus or obtaining the title of conqueror.

The old lady is getting on in years; there's no need to make her live in fear.

Moreover, if Grandma Roxanne thought she had become like Lance, he wouldn't know who to reason with.

Even though she only shared some relatively uneventful experiences, Roxanne listened with great satisfaction.

She leaned against the stove, watching the boy's nimble movements, and sighed:

"I'm relieved to see that you're doing well in Oak Town."

"Adventure is a profession that offers unparalleled freedom and is incredibly demanding, but ultimately it's not a long-term solution."

She paused, her tone carrying the admonition typical of an elder.

"When you're out there, you should build up your network, interact with capable and trustworthy people, and look for suitable job opportunities."

Also, be careful with your money and don't be extravagant.

When I'm financially secure enough in the future, I'll buy a house in a big town, find a girl I like, and settle down.

Roxanne glanced at him with a smile.

“Our Otto is good-looking, capable, and has good taste, but we can’t let the girl suffer with you, can we?”

Saving more money is never a bad thing, but don't be like that bastard Lance, who spends everything he earns and never manages to hold onto any money.

Otto listened obediently while chopping vegetables, nodding occasionally in response, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal.

He knew all too well that if he refuted it, he would only be met with an even longer tirade.

However, speaking of Lance, Otto seemed to recall something and looked up to ask:

"By the way, Grandma, isn't Chief Lance home?"

Otto thought that, given Lance's personality, he should have rushed over long ago if he knew he was back. Why hadn't he seen him yet?

But Roxanne sprinkled a handful of salt into the pot, paused for a moment, and then calmly replied:

"He went out with a few old guys from the village."

There's been unusual activity lately in the Silverfrost Mountains; many adventurers are flocking there, and merchants are following suit, hoping to find new routes for goods.

Roxanne put the lid on the pot and said in a calm tone:

"Lance said he would go and check the situation, see if there were any herbs or animal hides that our village could supply, and also inquire about any news."

I was left alone to guard the village.

Before long, the stewed meat was ready.

Otto carried a large bowl of steaming stewed meat into the living room, and the rich aroma instantly filled the entire room.

Roxanne followed behind, carrying barley bread and vegetable soup.

"Priestess Tessa, come and have some food."

Roxanne greeted them with a smile, then looked at the wolf girl on the sofa.

"The little guy has come over to eat meat too."

Roxanne knew that werewolves loved meat the most, and although the werewolf was seriously injured, she could stew the meat until it was very tender tonight, so it should be fine.

As for the wolf girl, she was already completely captivated by the fragrance, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, so she stubbornly turned her head away and refused to look at them.

It wasn't until Otto carried her to the table, served her a bowl of stewed meat, and placed it in front of her that she secretly glanced at it out of the corner of her eye.

The tender, stewed meat chunks, soaked in a thick broth and sprinkled with chopped herbs, look incredibly appetizing.

She hesitated for two seconds, but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of the meaty aroma. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth towards Otto.

Seeing this, Otto just smiled helplessly and immediately began feeding the child with a spoon.

After eating the stewed meat, the wolf girl immediately lowered her head and began to wolf it down. Even though she ate too fast and some soup got on the corners of her mouth, she didn't care at all.

Tessa sat to the side, munching on her pancakes, and couldn't help but smile as she watched the wolf girl's expression.

She had been on edge the whole way, but now, in this warm wooden house, smelling the aroma of meat and listening to the chirping of insects outside the window, most of her fatigue from the past few days seemed to have dissipated.

Roxanne, meanwhile, had a large bowl of meat served to Otto, and watched him eat heartily with a smile in her eyes.

The only sounds in the room were the soft clinking of spoons and cutlery, and the bubbling of the still-warm broth, which allowed Otto a rare moment of peace and quiet.

Otto bit into the tender, mushy meat, the familiar taste spreading across his tongue, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

After the meal, Otto wanted to take the wolf girl to rest, but Roxanne just told him and Tessa to take a bath at home and that she would take care of the wolf girl.

Otto thought that since he would need Grandma Roxanne's help to take care of the wolf girl later, it would be good to let them get to know each other first.

Thinking of this, Otto immediately followed his memory to the bathroom.

After enjoying himself to the fullest, Otto immediately went upstairs to his room and lay down on the bed.

"I just hope the goddess won't deliver any divine pronouncements tonight."

But just as Otto was drifting off to sleep, instead of the goddess's oracle, his door was pushed open.

Otto looked up groggily, but only saw Tessa walk into the room.

Tessa had already washed away her fatigue, changed into a clean white nightgown, and carefully entered Otto's room.

"Isn't a night raid a bit too early?"

"Can you let me sleep a little longer?"

After seeing that it was Tessa, Otto mumbled a few words and then looked up, intending to continue sleeping.

Compared to the girl's pajamas, Otto was more attracted to the rare tranquility of sleep.

But upon hearing Otto's words, Tessa, who had been relatively calm, immediately flew into a rage and kicked Otto in the butt.

"Shouldn't you be the one attacking me at night?"

Tessa kicked Otto while telling him to quickly move aside.

Seeing that Tessa didn't want to leave for the time being, Otto reluctantly moved the priest a little more space on the bed.

Tessa immediately lay down and whispered in Otto's ear about the strange things she had noticed that day.

The villagers didn't seem too surprised by my arrival.

And what about that Grandma Roxanne? She seems quite adept at dealing with adventurers' injuries.

Tessa had visited some villages, but almost all of them were incredibly curious about priests from the big cities, let alone someone like Grandma Roxanne.

Otto, however, didn't seem to care much and simply tossed the pillow to Tessa.

"There are many retired adventurers in Lot Village, and Grandma Roxanne is one of them. There's nothing strange about that. At least I'm sure Grandma Roxanne isn't some first-class superhuman. Rest assured, you're safe here."

Otto was so certain because of the Magic Ape.

It should be noted that even a second-tier grandmaster like Eileen could glean some fragmented information from the Magic Ape.

When Otto approached Grandma Roxanne, the Magic Ape remained completely still, which already provided him with an answer.

However, even if the old people really did possess some great power, Otto felt that he probably wouldn't care.

For him, the villagers were all people he needed to repay, and Grandma Roxanne was an elder who had raised him and his companions, a fact that would never change.

Seeing that she couldn't get any answers from Otto, Tessa immediately threw the pillow back and went to rest.

The two didn't emerge from their rooms until the morning of the next day.

Just as Otto and Tessa were about to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, they heard a commotion coming from downstairs.

Chapter 147 Strange Things Outside Lotte Village (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Upon hearing the sound, Otto immediately went downstairs and saw the person standing at the door.

He was a dark-skinned, weathered middle-aged man with pine needles and mud splattered on his trousers; he was Queller, the forest ranger of Lotte Village.

When Quiller looked up and saw Otto, his murky eyes immediately lit up. He took two steps forward and his voice was so loud that it made the wooden windows buzz.

Otto!

I've finally found you!

I've been looking for you everywhere!

Quiller had lived in Lot village for a long time and had been a forest ranger for almost twenty years.

In addition to keeping watch over the safety of the forest edge outside the village, they are also responsible for patrolling and guarding the perimeter of the forest, and incidentally exploring the distribution of medicinal herbs to bring news to the herbalists and hunters in the village.

Lot Village is located next to this vast coniferous forest, and the work of the forest ranger is not easy. Queller spends most of his time in the forest and has a good personality, so he is familiar with everyone in the village.

Otto, seeing that Queller seemed surprised, raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Uncle Quiller, what's wrong?"