My job list is full of alien girls.

Chapter 90 We will definitely meet again, right?

"snort."

As the female adventurer Lyra drank water, listening to the two of them chatting back and forth, her brows furrowed involuntarily.

She is usually sharp-tongued, loves to haggle over bounty amounts, and is used to the cunning of making a living on the edge.

Although I look down on those lowly villagers, I still feel uneasy about them using people's deaths and injuries as an excuse to make money, and even wishing for their families to be ruined and destroyed as a business.

Not to mention that both One-Eyed and she were adventurers who came from the mountains.

Having followed them for many years, Leila knew that saying such discouraging things would only get her scolded, so she simply turned her face away, her gaze sweeping aimlessly around her, deciding to ignore it.

call--

The wind whipped up dust as it swept across the alleyway, causing the wild grass at the base of the wall to sway more violently than elsewhere.

What's that noise?

Someone was spying on them?!

She suddenly tensed up, staring at the source and hissing, "Who's there?!"

The one-eyed man next to her immediately stopped laughing and turned to look in the direction she was looking, along with his companion.

Under the fearful and wary gazes of the group, only a few sparrows flapped their wings and flew out from behind the wall, chirping as they flew away.

The wanderer breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand with a smile: "Sister Leila, you're being too sensitive. They're just a few wild birds, what's there to be afraid of?"

One-Eyed also squinted and scanned the area, but didn't detect any extra presence. He then waved his hand and said, "Don't make a fuss. The village just suffered a disaster. It's probably some wild animal that sneaked in looking for food. If there were really people, how could they have escaped our detection?"

"Haha, I guess she just had a fight with that sorcerer and hasn't recovered yet," the wanderer chuckled.

Leila frowned and stared for a long time, but there was no further movement from behind the wall.

She slowly loosened her grip on the dagger, a little uneasy in her heart.

Just a moment ago, she clearly glimpsed a fleeting gray shadow, which didn't look like a bird.

But everything was quiet all around, even the wind had stopped, it didn't look like anyone was hiding.

Leila shook her head, suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, and muttered to herself, "Could it be that I'm feeling guilty because I've been listening to those people talking about making money off the dead?"

Feeling a bit annoyed, she turned and left, no longer interested in chatting with them.

"Laila—sigh, Captain, look at her." The wanderer watched Laila turn and walk away, scratching his head helplessly, and complained in a low voice, "If you can't stand it, you can't stand it, but who is she trying to fool with that paranoid act?"

"You know her too. She's been with us through thick and thin for so many years, but she still can't shake her soft heart. She can't listen to a few honest words. She's so stubborn."

One-Eyed kicked the charred wooden stake, his tone laced with disdain: "We're adventurers who risk our lives for money, enduring wind and rain, sleeping in the open. They're pitied, but who's pitied us?"

"Yes," the wanderer immediately flattered, "always thinking about this pitiful one and that pitiful one, what are we supposed to eat?"

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"We won't do this commission or accept that mission. We can't spend our whole lives in the Misty Forest, making a living by hunting monsters."

"You don't need to worry about her."

With one hand on the sword hilt, the one-eyed man gazed into the depths of the village at the dilapidated houses, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Aren't there monsters everywhere right now? She'll kill plenty of them. Let her indulge in these petty gains."

"Could it be?" Seeing his leader's expression, the shifty-eyed wanderer couldn't help but wonder, "Is there news about that important figure again?"

"Everyone says these monsters are dangerous, but for us adventurers, they're the perfect opportunity to rise to the top."

The one-eyed man nodded slightly, but spoke mysteriously into the wind.

"Once we finish this job, we can take advantage of this opportunity to completely transform ourselves and never have to risk our lives for a small reward again."

The wanderer's eyes lit up, and he instinctively leaned closer, eagerly asking, "Captain, can we really get in touch with those noble gentlemen? Then we can finally escape this nomadic life?"

"What, you don't believe me?" the one-eyed man asked him back.

"How could that be? I just don't understand, what good does it do the lords in the city to let those villages be ravaged by monsters?"

"Hmph, with your limited perspective, you naturally don't understand. These lowly mountain folk come to the outskirts of the city, wantonly mining and plundering resources on their territory, and they don't even pay their taxes properly. They steal and hoard food and money, causing them countless losses."

"These ignorant people have been too well-behaved for too long, and they have forgotten that even uncultivated wilderness is the territory of adults."

"Oh, oh, I see," the wanderer instantly understood, a knowing yet greedy smile spreading across his face. He nodded repeatedly in agreement, "The leader sees things clearly; I was just too narrow-minded."

"Laila is blinded by the pity in front of her. Once she tastes the sweetness of a stable and prosperous life, she will naturally understand."

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One-Eyed glanced indifferently in the direction Lyra had left, said nothing more, and simply patted his companion on the shoulder: "Don't worry about her. Once this is done, good days will be laid out before us, and no one will refuse."

"For now, let's wait for those sorcerers to leave, and then we'll figure out a way to drive all these villagers into the city."

As they were talking, the two suddenly looked around and, after confirming that no one was nearby, left.

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Lily pinned her playmate down with one hand, her whole body hunched over like a wary wild beast, silently lurking in the shadows.

The wolf's wide eyes gleamed with a faint, cold light in the darkness, staring unblinkingly at the three adults by the fence.

Although she didn't quite understand what they were saying, the terrifying gaze they were giving her made her instinctively feel threatened.

Hearing footsteps approaching, she grabbed her playmate and hid behind the wall without thinking.

Her finely hairy paws pressed into the damp soil, her body lowered, her wolf ears perked up, and no slightest sound escaped her ears.

She didn't dare to move immediately until those people looked away and started talking again, maintaining a vigilant posture.

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The little girl didn't make a fuss when she was held down. She just blinked at Lily, thinking they were playing hide-and-seek, and held her breath, not daring to make a sound.

As they turned away and left, Lily let out a silent growl.

The wolf's mouth opened slightly, revealing a few sharp canine teeth. Its pupils suddenly narrowed into narrow vertical slits, like the gaze of a wild beast locking onto its prey.

Hunting, tearing, gnawing, absorbing, growing, evolving, fusing—chaotic thoughts surged through his blood, and the muscles of his hind limbs quietly tensed.

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She lowered her body even further, like a young wolf lurking in the shadows, waiting for the other party to show a moment of weakness so she could pounce and bite off the closest neck.

"Lily?"

The little girl beside her sensed something was wrong and gently touched her tense arm, her voice low and slightly amused, "Are you trying to scare them? Don't be silly, it's not fun if the adults find out and scold you."

Soft fingertips touched the hairy arm, carrying the warmth unique to children.

"Huh?" Lily finally realized what was happening, and the fierce glint in her eyes vanished instantly, like a bubble that had been popped.

Her vertical pupils slowly opened, returning to their round shape. She looked down blankly at her claws digging into the mud, then looked up at the three unsuspecting adventurers by the fence, as if she didn't understand why she had struck that pose.

She paused for two seconds before slowly retracting her paws and hiding her exposed canine teeth behind her lips.

He glanced at his playmate beside him, hesitated, then reached out his wolf paw, gently tugged at her clothes, and turned to retreat deeper into the alley.

She crouched low, her steps as light as a cat's, barely rustling the grass, her tail brushing the ground to erase their footprints.

The little girl covered her mouth and followed behind her, stepping in her footprints, thinking it was a new way to play hide-and-seek. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, completely unaware of the danger that had just occurred.

As they turned the corner of the alley, the two bumped into Rod, who had come looking for them.

Several pieces of grass stuck to their hair, their clothes were covered in mud, and even the tips of their noses were covered in dust.

Lily, in particular, had dust on half of her soft, white face, her furry wolf paws covered in wet mud, and the hem of her dark gray cloak was also covered in dust.

The moment Lily saw Rod, she immediately stopped, her head drooping, her wolf ears pressed tightly against her head, and her paws surreptitiously hidden behind her back, looking like she had done something wrong and was waiting to be scolded.

"Big brother, please don't blame Lily!"

The little girl reacted quickly, taking half a step forward to shield Lily behind her, and then, tilting her head back, blurted out, "I'm the one who dragged her out to play! Scold me if you want! I was the one who insisted on taking her far away!"

Rod's gaze swept over the grass clippings and mud spots on the two men. He paused, but didn't mention the dirtiness or offer any criticism.

He looked at the little girl's protective manner and simply said, "I've come to take you back."

The little girl paused for a moment, blinking as if she hadn't quite grasped what was happening. Rod added, his tone still flat, revealing no emotion: "Don't run so far next time. Play where adults can see you."

Lily secretly glanced at him, and seeing that he really wasn't angry, the wolf ears that were stuck to the top of her head twitched slightly before quickly drooping back down.

Rod stepped forward, gently brushing a blade of grass off her head. His fingertips didn't touch her ear, nor did he rub it as she expected. He simply said, "Let's go, we should get going."

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, made a face at Lily, grabbed her wolf paw again, and hopped along behind her.

Lily walked slower, glanced up at Rod's straight back, then looked down at her muddy paws, quietly wiped them on her skirt, and followed.

Returning to the backyard along the winding dirt road within the village, Milan, Don Quixote, and Susanna were already all ready.

All the luggage was neatly packed into the carriage. The two horses quietly lowered their heads, chewing the last few mouthfuls of hay, and the carriage was wiped clean.

Upon hearing that they were about to depart, many villagers put down their work of repairing fences and houses and spontaneously gathered outside their backyards, holding dried wild vegetables, pickled dried fruits, and grains wrapped in coarse cloth—these were the only meager gifts the village could offer as thanks.

The middle-aged man who had previously been wary of Lily now clutched a small bundle of dried herbs, hastily handed it to Susanna, and bowed deeply: "My lords, I truly do not know how to repay you."

"If it weren't for you, the entire Thornwood Village would have been completely devoured by monsters long ago. Please accept these worthless things; they can help you eat on the road."

The old woman beside her wiped her reddened eyes and thanked her repeatedly. Her previous fear of Lily had long been washed away by her deep gratitude. However, when her gaze inadvertently swept over the child being protected by Rod, she would still subconsciously look away.

But upon closer reflection, realizing that these were children from their village who had become like this, they couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Susanna gently declined most of the gifts, accepting only a small bunch of dried Holy Light Grass. She softly reassured the villagers not to worry, and that the Adventurers' Guild would be arranged to help later.

Milan leaned against the carriage, her fingertips gently stroking her staff. Her gaze swept over the dilapidated village, now bustling with life again. With a sigh, she couldn't help but think that this was already a pretty good ending.

"Hehe, we've finally been recognized as heroes."

Don Quixote readily accepted the wild fruits the children offered, stuffing them into the cloth bag at his waist, and promising with a smile that he would bring back candy next time he came.

Rod led Lily slowly to the carriage. The little girl was still a bit shy. One of her small, gray-furred hands clung tightly to his sleeve, and her wolf ears twitched slightly from time to time. She dared not look directly into the eyes of those watching her.

The little girl who had been playing with her earlier pushed through the crowd, ran to Lily, and reluctantly grabbed her hand, whispering a promise to wait for Lily to come back next time.

"You must come back to see me after you've recovered from your illness."

"Hmm." Lily nodded slightly, a hint of reluctance appearing in her ferocious wolf eyes.

"Everyone, get in the car," Milan said, lifting the curtain first and getting into the carriage.

Susanna followed closely behind and boarded the carriage, carefully placing her medicine chest and sacred object bundle inside.

Don Quixote shouldered the heavy greatsword, nimbly flipped and leaped onto the outer shaft of the carriage, patted the horse's back to urge it on.

Rod bent down and carried Lily into the carriage, placing her against a corner covered with soft hay. He gently covered half of her body with his cloak to block out outside sight and prevent the child from being disturbed by onlookers.

After settling everything in, he sat on the front of the carriage and picked up the reins, holding them firmly in his palm.

The villagers spontaneously made way for each other, standing on both sides of the road waving goodbye, their words of thanks echoing in the air above the village entrance.

Rod gently shook the reins, and the two horses slowly started moving with steady steps. The wooden wheels rolled over the gravel road, making a continuous and dull rumbling sound. The carriage slowly drove away from the backyard of Thornwood Village and headed out along the main road at the entrance of the village.

"Will we come again? We'll definitely meet again, right?"

Someone shouted something, causing Don Quixote, who was driving, to turn around and see a group of people waving and seeing them off.

Rhodes waved his hand without turning his head, his cyan-gold cloak fluttering slightly behind him, just as dashing and unrestrained as when they arrived.