Overlord, I don't want to be the Holy Queen's Great Sword

After the two of them walked away, Kuirat on the side shook his head and asked.

"Is this campsite okay?"

Karl's action of collecting money after treating the injury clearly showed that he was not going to take money from the girl, but they had been charging money for treatment in the camp.

During this period of time, there were actually quite a few mercenaries who acted like veterans and were not afraid of anything. They wanted to use their age to get away with the medical expenses, but unfortunately they couldn't win the argument with Karko in the end and had no choice but to pay.

This is just like a person who owes money and never wants to pay it back, always holding on to a sense of luck.

If this matter were to be known by some of the people who suffered in the camp, it would not be a big problem, but it would inevitably be a bit disgusting.

"It doesn't matter. We can just go find Captain Asdelon when the time comes. He won't offend us because of these things. Besides, it's not like we can't retaliate in kind."

"Don't worry about this little thing."

Karl said nonchalantly.

Before traveling through time, she had to think twice before helping others. After traveling through time, she still hesitates before helping others. Didn’t she travel through time in vain?

If she is really pissed off, won’t she call a few more bone dragons over?

joke.

Karko shook her head, then hurriedly urged Kuirat and Remedios to continue their training, while she continued her own magic research.

On the other side, after getting the accurate information, Qia returned to the group of villagers who came with her, while Brian witnessed a wide variety of potions under the guidance of the young man from the caravan.

Finally, under someone's expectant gaze, Brian chose a potion that could dye his hair blue.

In an instant, the young man in the caravan's face fell.

This thing is less than a silver coin.

Just as he was about to curse, Brian's next sentence left him stunned again.

"Now, can you show me the weapons you have here?"

"Ah, you're just so persistent?"

"No, I just want to verify something, so do you have a good sword?"

The young man from the caravan looked at Brian, who had a serious expression on his face, and then looked at the hair dye in his hand.

Buy weapons and potions with a different look...

Brother, if you want to die, don’t drag me along!

"I'll pay double!"

"..."

"Come here in three days."

99

Chapter 99: Reasons for leaving.

When Brian left the caravan, almost half of the villagers who were still there had left.

Those who left were almost all happy to return with a full load, while those who stayed wanted to take some more things back.

Brian took one look and left with his potion.

Although he came with people from the same village, Brian left alone.

Because the purchase of the sword must not be known to other people, he had already told those people in advance and asked them to go back first.

But I never thought that I still haven't bought the sword on this trip.

Brian walked in the night with a slightly depressed look on his face. Although it was dark in front of him and lush black shadows were rooted on the ground, he still bent down skillfully and picked up some grass when passing by an area.

A piece of dogtail grass appeared in his hand. He gently kneaded it with his hands, and then pulled it, and the excess part close to the root was pulled out.

Brian held a dogtail grass in his mouth and looked up at the starry sky at night, strolling on the yellow earth outside the village, his thoughts flying.

Although he didn't buy the sword, at least the young man from the caravan said that he would come back to see him in three days. I guess the caravan will leave after that day, and then they will have no worries about selling the weapon to him.

When Brian estimated the remaining money in his family to see if he should buy a good weapon, he couldn't help but look towards the location of his home.

But just seeing this, Brian couldn't help but stop.

In the dark night, the hazy starlight illuminated the earth, but even more dazzling than the starlight was the bright yellow light shining in the village. It was like a lighthouse, or a bonfire for people to keep warm, making Brian, who was returning alone, feel a little warm.

Some people who had returned with the team saw the village full of lights in front of them, and excitedly picked up the farm tools and seeds in their hands, quickening their pace and walking quickly forward.

Because most of the people in the village went out in the dark tonight, those who stayed at home were worried that they had gone to the wrong place, so they found a place and lit a lamp.

Although these people would blow out the lights as soon as they returned, after all, oil lamps were not cheap, but for Brian, it still felt warm.

For a moment, Brian even wanted to give up his plan of going out and explore the world and just stay in the village.

But this thought only lasted for a moment.

Soon, this thought automatically dissipated in Brian's mind, and was replaced by the figures of his father and grandfather.

They stay here all their lives, struggling to survive for tomorrow every day, calculating this year's harvest every year, and struggling to pay their land taxes this year.

If you are not careful, you will be punished by the lord.

Brian didn't want to continue living in this kind of environment where he was at the mercy of others, especially after his father's death.

No matter how cozy this place is, to him it is just a decoration on the front of a cage. However, no matter how good the decoration is, the essence of the cage remains unchanged.

He has to get out of here.

When an adventurer or a mercenary dies outside, it is just like dying in the fields of his own home like his father did. He may even be scolded by the grain collector under the lord after his death.

Three days... Just three more days...

Brian looked at the blue potion in his hand. He had heard that adventurers and even legendary heroes would dye their hair to make themselves look more outstanding and unique.

He is an ordinary person, nothing special about him, so he also chose this path.

When he left, he dyed his hair blue. He had never heard of many people dyeing their hair this color.

Maybe this will be a beginning. Maybe I will become the strong man that those bards talk about in the future?

Brian imagined a beautiful future, and as he gazed, he couldn't help but clench the blue potion in his hand.

Then he walked towards his home. Although no one at home had placed an oil lamp for him, at least he could use the light from other places. Plus, since it was his own home, he would not go into the wrong house.

But on the way back, Brian keenly noticed something wrong.

At this moment, on one side of the village, several soldiers from the Baron's manor were yawning and slumped in a corner of the wall, as if they were slacking off while on guard duty.

But Brian knew very well that these guards would not even be able to stand guard without orders from the manor, so...

Humph, what is that baron doing again!

Brian snorted and laughed, then shook his head and walked straight into his home.

On the other side, in a simple adobe hut covered with straw, the blonde girl extravagantly lit the only oil lamp in the house and placed it in front of the bed.

The dim light illuminated the only two girls in the room.

The girl with long golden hair was half squatting in front of the bed. Although her eyes were full of worry, she revealed a hint of relief from time to time.

She kept talking while taking care of the brown-haired girl lying on the bed.

"Sister, you must hold on. The priestess said that as long as I go and ask her tomorrow, she will come and cure your illness."

"Then your body won't be as hot as it has been these days. Then I can take you to make wreaths. Don't you like my wreaths the most?"

As if she heard her sister's call, the brown-haired girl opened her eyes with difficulty.

As blue as the blonde girl, the color of pure sapphire is inexplicably intoxicating.

The brown-haired girl opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but unfortunately the fever over the past few days had made her throat hoarse and her body was extremely weak, so in the end, all she could say was a hoarse and weak voice.

As an older sister, Qiya didn't understand what her sister was saying, but she didn't know the situation so she could only guess whether her sister was thirsty. She poured a bowl of water and carefully fed it to her sister.

The cool water moistened the other person's dry lips and hoarse throat.

After several attempts, although the brown-haired girl still couldn't speak, her condition was much better than before.

Qiya was taking care of her sister so wholeheartedly that she didn't notice the passage of time at all.

Soon, the next morning arrived.

Qiya accidentally fell asleep while half-kneeling on the ground. When the sunlight shone into the room, she opened her eyes with difficulty and slowly got up.

"Yes... yes, we have to go find that high priest, we have to go find that high priest!"

Qiya's thoughts were shaking as she slowly determined what she was going to do. She immediately cleaned up the house and prepared to go to the caravan.

But I never expected that as soon as I opened the door, I heard a shout echoing in the village.

"The Baron has ordered that everyone gather at the square in the center of the village!"

100

Chapter 100: Looking up, there is only one person!

"very good!"

Angry roars echoed in the center of the village square, and the baron walked while holding up his huge belly.

"I clearly told you not to go to that caravan to buy things, but you all dared to disobey the orders of me, the lord."

"Untouchables! They are all a bunch of untouchables!"

"But do you think I can't cure you?"

"Raise taxes! I want to raise taxes!"

The baron shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice seemed to be mixed with countless magical powers and instantly spread around.

The surrounding villagers suddenly changed from silence to surprise and anger, but finally they complained and discussed with the people around them unwillingly.

If taxes continue to be increased, I'm afraid it will be a problem whether they can have enough to eat starting next year.

But for a moment, everyone present just complained.

"Quiet, all of you untouchables, be quiet!"

The baron continued to roar at the top of his lungs, and for a moment the villagers who were closer to him could even see the fat on the baron's neck surging with the sound waves.

"Do you think this is over?"

"No, no, far from it!"

"I will also punish those who disobeyed my orders and went out to trade with that caravan last night. I will deduct the stolen goods, and then you, a bunch of untouchables who dared to disobey my orders, will go find that damn caravan and ask for what we deserve!"

"Guards, come out!"

Following the baron's order, several guards in leather armor came out.

Several of the guards holding spears lowered their heads as if they were still sleepy. Only the guard walking in the center put his hand on the hilt of the sword, looking quite proud and walking out with his head held high.

The first thing he did when he came out was to bow sharply towards the baron beside him, with the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears.

"uncle."

In one sentence, it directly explains the relationship between the two people. This is even why everyone is wearing leather armor, but he is the only one holding a long sword in his hand.

Ordinary militiamen only have a low-quality spear at most. Who would spend money to equip them with swords?

"How did you do what I asked you to do?"

"Uncle, I was on duty last night and I have taken note of all the villagers who ran away."

"Very well, then point them all out now. I want to see who dares to disobey my orders."

Hearing this, the other party continued to maintain his exaggerated etiquette, as if he wanted to show that he was a noble knight, but whether it was the leather armor on his body or his excessive behavior, it made him look as out of place as a clown.

The leather-armored knight stood in front of the villagers, his eyes sweeping over everyone present with a playful look.

At this moment, he didn't seem to be looking for someone, but rather seemed to be choosing a suitable doll.

At this time, the villagers' expressions were no longer gloomy, and the originally noisy voices instantly quieted down with the appearance of the other party.

The reason they dared to go out last night was because there were so many people and they couldn't see people clearly at night. Even if the baron really wanted to send people to investigate, how many of them could he remember afterwards?

They even spotted the guards on duty on their way back.