A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Okay..." The fat guy shrank back, cowering.

"Don't be rough with that guy!!! The boss is going to enjoy himself!"

"He looks pretty good; the big boss said he'll spoil him for a while."

After listening to what the bandit driving the carriage had to say, Bray and the fat bandit exchanged a glance and shuddered.

“That…” Bray trembled.

"Our boss is gay."

"..." Bray didn't speak, but he was still trembling violently.

"Who did I offend?"

Bray looked outside and saw that there was more than just one carriage.

It seems I was unlucky enough to be picked up by a passing caravan of robbers.

Although Bray doesn't really expect to be picked up by a beautiful woman, being picked up by a robber is simply unacceptable...

"By the way, where is this carriage going?" Bray suddenly asked.

"Hmm?" The fat bandit glanced at Bray, hesitating whether to answer.

Unexpectedly, this guy might later gain the favor of a powerful figure, so the fat bandit decided to deal with him.

"Clinton."

"Clinton?"

"Yes, the big boss's stronghold is in Clinton."

"... "

Bray glanced at the fat bandit in front of him with dead fish eyes.

The fat bandit felt uncomfortable being stared at by Bray's lifeless eyes.

"Damn it, don't look at me with those eyes... no, that eye of yours."

However, Bray ignored the fat bandit's words and pondered something.

It seems, or perhaps, that I got a ride-sharing service?

Although it's not a young lady's carriage, it seems like a decent choice.

Bray's feet were also bound, making it impossible for him to move.

But this doesn't prevent mine-laying jumps.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the outside of the carriage and saw a slope.

Although it's unknown where this slope leads.

"It's good that I didn't die from the fall."

Under the astonished gaze of the fat bandit, Bray leaped out of the carriage and rolled down the slope.

"..." The fat bandit was stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Who would have thought that Bray would jump out of a moving vehicle so suddenly? Especially in a place like that.

This is absolutely suicidal!!!

"Holy crap!!!!!!!!! Jumped!! Jumped!!!"

"You fatso, I told you to shut up!!!! What are you jumping around for!!!" the bandit driving the carriage roared, his neck bulging.

"He jumped off the train!!!! The boss's man jumped off the train!!!!!" the fat bandit shouted in terror.

"What?!!!!!" The bandits driving the carriage were stunned for a moment and did not stop.

This long delay meant that we were already very far from where we jumped out of the car.

"What do we do?! What will the boss do to us...?" The fat bandit thought of something terrifying.

"..." The bandit driving the carriage didn't speak; his eyes were already glazed over.

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"palapala"

Bray rolled all the way down the slope.

Pebbles and wooden stakes left Bray covered in injuries.

The already serious injury worsened once again.

There was a lot of blood from the mines on the slope.

Bray felt the world spinning around him, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood rushed out.

After a long while, Bray finally collapsed on the flat ground and stopped rolling.

The view gradually darkened.

"I thought I wouldn't die from the fall..."

"It would be better to be taken away by bandits..." The sound of "tick-tock" rang in Bray's ears.

A flash of light appeared in front of Bray.

The light was dazzling, and Bray sensed a vibrant life force emanating from it.

Yes, a surge of vibrant life force.

The flash of light seemed so close that you could almost touch it.

Bray instinctively reached out, wanting to touch the light.

It seemed as if something was telling Bray that if he touched the light, he could survive.

—"Survive?"

"Ah, so I'm already dying from blood loss?"

With just a touch of his fingertips, Bray's pulsating life force could flow into his body.

But just as Bray's fingertips drew closer to the light, Barossa's final words of advice rang out.

— "Absolutely, absolutely do not touch it."

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"Drink it!!!"

Bray sat up abruptly.

He clutched his head in pain, realizing he had just been dreaming.

But I've completely forgotten the dream I just had.

What exactly did I dream about?

Nightmare...

"Ahhh! He's awake! Grandpa! He's awake!"

"Aaaaaah! Yes!!! Larry!! He's awake!!!"

The grandfather and grandson, palms facing each other, jumped up in cheers.

“…” Bray remained silent.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Has he lost his mind from the fall?" a black-haired girl with fox ears asked in alarm.

"Laris!!! Lars!!! He might have fallen and gone mad!!!" A short old man with fox ears also exclaimed in horror.

"Aaaaaah!!! What do we do?!"

"Quick! Knock him out again!!!"

As she spoke, the girl picked up the mallet and approached Bray with a trembling body.

"Wait a minute!!!!!" Bray suddenly reached out and stopped the girl's violence.

"I'm not stupid."

"Grandpa! Grandpa! He said he's not stupid!!!" Larry threw down the mallet and cheered.

"Larris! Larris! He might really be alright!"

Bray had no energy left to complain about the orc grandfather and grandson in front of him.

Yes, orcs.

While humans are the most numerous race in Kapras, orcs and elves are the other two most populous races.

This refers to the so-called mainstream race.

Each race has many branches; for example, humans are divided into barbarians and imperials, and elves are divided into wood elves and snow elves, and so on.

The orc race has many sub-races, such as the fox race in front of us.

So seeing the orcs didn't surprise Bray at all.

"May I ask where this is?"

"Laris knows!! This is Clinton!!!! A village outside Clinton!"

"This ride-sharing is something else..." Bray muttered to himself.

Larry's ears twitched.

"What ride-sharing?"

"... "

Your ears are incredibly sharp!

"Laris! Larry! It's wrong to pry into other people's private lives!"

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Larry knows!"

This young girl trying to be cute is one thing! But what's with this white-haired old man trying to be cute?!

Fortunately, Larry's grandfather was quite short, so it didn't make Bray feel too uncomfortable.

If a hunched old man were to act cute like that, Bray would probably faint again.

"Thank you very much anyway." Bray got out of bed and bowed deeply.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!! He's performing a grand salute!!!"

"Laris! Laris!! What do we do?!"

"Grandpa! Grandpa!!! Larry doesn't know!!!"

“Ah ...

Although it's rude to say anything to the person who was rescued, it really is—

Noisy.

Bray patted himself down and was dismayed to find that he had nothing to give back to the grandfather and grandson.

"Well, I'm really sorry, I don't have anything to offer in return."

"It's alright, right, Grandpa!"

"It's okay, Larry!"

"Look, Grandpa said it's okay! And Larry thinks it's okay too!!!"

The fox grandfather and grandson didn't mind at all.

Isn't it normal to rescue someone in distress?

"If you see someone in trouble in the future, just help them out!"

Larry's grandfather's words made Bray gasp for breath.

Not long ago, I had stood by and watched countless people die without offering any help.

Even though it was someone who couldn't be saved, Bray still felt guilty.

"Just be a good person!!!" The grandfather and grandson said with their palms facing each other, laughing.