My bloodline is so eager to improve.

As he fastened his belt, he muttered:

"I'll take you to the village where I used to live to relax."

It's quiet there, no one will hurt you.

I don't know if you can understand me, but Grandma Roxanne and I will slowly teach you to speak human language.

The wolf girl didn't respond; she just stared at him with her amber eyes, unblinking.

She opened her mouth, and a low whimper came from her throat, like a wolf howling, or like she wanted to speak but couldn't utter the correct syllables.

No one could understand what she was saying.

Just then, the voice of the Magic Ape suddenly rang in Otto's mind.

The Magical Ape stated that it could understand the language, which was the original language of the Ancient Wolf Clan.

The wolf girl declares that she is willing to believe you; you are her last family.

Otto paused for a moment.

The hint from the magic ape was tinged with surprise.

[According to the analysis of the Magic Ape, although she has not learned the language of the Kingdom of Thorne, she seems to be able to understand some simple human languages.]

[The Demon Ape speculated that he must have learned it gradually by overhearing the shamans' conversations while he was imprisoned. His learning ability is remarkable; he truly deserves to be called a grandmaster.]

Otto's heart skipped a beat.

As long as you can understand it.

At least there won't be too many problems along the way due to language barriers.

"Alright, let's set off."

Otto straightened up and hoisted the wooden frame onto his back.

Although the wolf girl looks tall, she is not very heavy due to long-term malnutrition and physical weakness.

With the added support of the brown bear, Otto carried it with ease, even while wearing the Moon Silver Carved Armor.

Tessa had also packed her things.

This time she went to the village to recuperate. She didn't wear heavy plate armor, but only a light priest's robe, carrying a hammer and staff, looking very relaxed.

After saying goodbye to Luvia, the two left the clinic and headed towards Lot Village.

Before long, they were on the country road leading to Lot Village.

On both sides of the road are endless fields. The wind blows through the tall grass, making a rustling sound and creating layers of green waves.

The distant mountains are softened by the sunlight, like a watercolor painting spreading out.

The air was filled with the scent of grass and earth, mixed with the faint fragrance of wildflowers, much fresher than in the city.

After walking for a while, Tessa looked at the unfamiliar scenery around her and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"What kind of place is Lotte Village?"

She was actually a little nervous.

This is where Otto grew up, it's like meeting family!

Tessa was very clever and could naturally see through Phyllis's thoughts.

Now that I've taken the lead over that big cash cow, I have to seize the opportunity!

But Tessa was startled by her own thought and quickly shook her head to banish the chaotic ideas.

As for Otto, he simply walked ahead, carrying the wooden frame on his back, his steps steady and powerful.

Upon hearing Tessa's question, he remained silent for a moment before giving an answer that completely surprised Tessa.

"It's just a dilapidated village that a dead old man and his few old enemies have managed to keep going."

Upon hearing this answer, Tessa paused for a moment, then frowned.

"Old man?"

Old rival?

What does that mean?

In her imagination, the village where Otto grew up, even if it wasn't some paradise, should have been an ordinary village with harmonious neighbors and simple folk customs.

The way he talked about it made it sound like a bunch of old enemies living together.

Otto glanced back at her, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"Literal meaning."

Lot Village is located in a remote mountain valley, and there were originally only a few households.

The village chief, Grandpa Lance, that old geezer, was an adventurer in his youth, but later retired and settled there.

There are a few old folks in the village, all of whom are old acquaintances of his. There are herb gatherers, blacksmiths, and a grandmother who knows a bit about herbal medicine and is also an excellent cook.

They're always making a ruckus, and nobody can stop them."

Otto spoke with a gentleness he himself was unaware of.

"That village was built up by the efforts of several of them."

Otto smiled.

“Like everyone else, I was raised by them.”

Tessa listened quietly without saying anything more.

She watched Otto's retreating figure; sunlight fell on his shoulder armor, giving it a faint silver glow.

She used to think Otto was like a mercenary, decisive and meticulous, with no attachment to the town and a carefree attitude. Now she realized that he also had such a hidden place in the mountains.

Thinking of this, Tessa couldn't help but chat with Otto for a few minutes.

As for the wolf girl on Otto's back, she seemed to have gotten more comfortable in the sunlight. Her ears twitched slightly, her head tilted slightly, and she leaned against Otto's shoulder, her tense body relaxing considerably.

She could smell a faint scent on Otto, like the scent of a forest under the moonlight. It was the scent of the moon, which made her feel at ease. It was a scent she had rarely smelled since she could remember, a scent without malice.

The mountain road gradually began to wind its way up, and the further into the mountains you went, the denser the trees became.

The tall oak and pine trees provided ample shade, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of squirrels darting through the branches could be heard from the woods.

Tessa, who had lived in the city for a long time, had rarely walked such mountain paths, even though she had participated in several adventures. She was still a little out of breath after walking for a while.

Carrying her hammer, she slowed her pace and looked at Otto's still steady back, unable to help but admire him.

This guy was carrying a person on his back and wearing armor, yet he walked along the path as if it were flat ground; his stamina was ridiculously good.

"Hey, Otto."

She gasped for breath and cried out.

"Can we take a break?"

I can't walk anymore.

Otto stopped and glanced back at her. Seeing the sweat on her forehead, he wasn't surprised and simply nodded.

"Okay, there's a big rock up ahead, let's rest there for a while."

The two walked to a large blue stone in the woods.

Otto carefully lowered the wooden frame on his back, leaned it against the stone, and adjusted the angle so that the wolf girl could lean against it more comfortably.

During the break, Otto gave Tessa a brief explanation.

"At our current speed, it might take us two days to get there. Let's find some flat ground to camp tonight. Did you bring a tent?"

Chapter 136 The Gift is Sweaty Feet (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

As Otto finished speaking, he looked up at the sky. The sun was still hanging low over the treetops in the west. There was still a lot of time before nightfall. The shadows of the trees were long, and the light was still plentiful.

"We didn't come here for adventure; our priority is to rest and recuperate. There's no need to rush for half a day."

Tessa, panting, lifted her skirt, her temples glistening with fine beads of sweat. Upon hearing this, she immediately nodded in agreement.

Although she was a high priestess from the Divine Ritual Academy, with a tall and upright figure and regular training in basic physical skills, she was still no match for someone like Otto who spent years trekking through the wilderness.

Tessa's legs were already a little sore from walking for most of the day, and she was sweating a little inside her boots.

But just as she was taking off her boots, Tessa seemed to have thought of something. With a mischievous grin, she handed her sweaty feet to Otto, trying to catch him off guard.

"Hehe, here's a gift for you."

Tessa was quick, but the kid still managed to dodge it!

While dodging Tessa's attacks, Otto carefully placed the wooden stretcher carrying the werewolf girl steadily on the grass. His movements were extremely gentle, and his fingertips deliberately avoided the bandages wrapped around her body, for fear of aggravating her injuries.

After doing all this, he reached into the pocket at his waist.

With a thought, a neatly folded rough canvas tent, along with ground stakes, ropes, moisture-proof mats, and other miscellaneous items appeared in his palm.

This is the most common standard tent in the pioneering area. It is waterproof, wear-resistant, and easy to set up. The only drawback is that it is rudimentary. The inside is only big enough for two people to lie down, and it is difficult to even stand up straight.

Just as Otto spread out the tent fabric and was about to bend down to nail it into the ground, he saw Tessa next to him also taking things out of her own space pocket.

It was a complete set of exquisitely crafted camping gear.

The ivory-white waterproof tarpaulin was embroidered with pale gold laurel patterns, the stitches so fine that the threads were almost invisible.

The frame is made of smooth, lightweight hardwood, which is light yet very tough.

Even the floor nails used for fixing are covered with copper sheets to prevent wear and rust.

Her pockets were far more exquisite than Otto's, made of satin with strange badges embroidered on the corners, clearly worth a fortune.

In no time, a spacious and respectable tent, nearly half a head taller than Otto's, was erected on the grass. The edges of the tent were adorned with delicate tassels, making it look like the attire of a nobleman on a picnic, completely out of place with the surrounding wild forest environment.

"Let her sleep with me tonight."

Tessa dusted off her hands, puffed out her chest triumphantly, raised her chin slightly, and spoke with confidence.

“I have a lot of experience taking care of people.”

When I was at the seminary, I often looked after the young interns; even the most unruly children would settle down in my care.

She was clearly confident in her ability to care for the girl, and as she spoke, she walked towards the wolf girl, wanting to check on the other girl's recovery.

But she had only taken two steps when the wolf girl, who had been listless with her eyes downcast, suddenly raised her head.

His amber-colored vertical pupils tightened into narrow slits in an instant, his lips turned upwards to reveal two rows of sharp canine teeth, and a low, threatening growl rolled out from his throat, causing his entire body of gray-black fur to stand on end.

It was an undisguised wariness and hostility, clearly stating "Don't come near," with even the muscles in its back tense, as if it were ready to pounce and bite at any moment.

Tessa froze in place, her smugness replaced by a look of astonishment and grievance.

She had lived for fifteen years, came from a prestigious family, and was always fawned over wherever she went. This was the first time she had been so openly disliked, and she couldn't even get close to anyone.

She stood there, unsure whether to move forward or backward, her cheeks flushed red.

"Don't worry about it, it seems I'll have to take care of her tonight."

Seeing this, Otto smiled helplessly, stepped forward, and gently raised his hand to soothe the wolf girl's head by stroking her fur.

The moment his fingertips touched her earlobe, the aggressive growl immediately subsided. The wolf girl rubbed against his palm, her earlobes drooping softly, and her tail gently swept the grass, completely different from her fierce demeanor just moments before.

Otto breathed a long sigh of relief:

"There's nothing we can do about it. She's very shy around strangers now and doesn't trust anyone but me."

Tessa stood to the side, cheeks puffed out, watching the intimate scene between the human and the wolf. She felt inexplicably resentful, but there was nothing she could do. She could only turn away dejectedly to gather the ingredients, muttering to herself:

"I look way friendlier than him!"

Seeing Tessa's sullen expression, Otto said nothing more and turned around to take out the meat wrapped in oil paper from his spatial pocket.

The clearly textured pieces of horned lamb leg and black rock pork ribs were marinated with sea salt and herbs, resulting in a bright color and evenly distributed fat. These were top-quality cuts that he had specially selected from the butcher shop in Oaktown before setting off.

"Actually, this kind of high-fat meat is not very suitable for wounded soldiers to eat."

Otto explained as he cut the meat along the grain with his dagger.

"However, Dr. Luvia said that mixed-race people have a much better physical condition than ordinary people and a stronger metabolic capacity. Supplementing their diet with more high-quality meat and protein can actually help with wound healing."