quicksilver blood

Chapter 306 Templar Knights
The Fararo people are probably the people in the world who don't know what elegance is.

If Mrs. Kruman was from Suze, what was presented to Roland now should be a small plate of nuts, desserts, and yogurt or bitter tea soaked in crushed sweet grass.

If it was Titan, as a distinguished guest who saved the host, Roland should be able to enjoy carefully baked boutique bread, a plate of poultry cold cuts, and fresh seafood processed with freshly squeezed juice.Bansa has both mountain delicacies and seafood, and there is plenty of sunlight, as well as black butterfly flower tea, which is a specialty of Bansa.

Even the relatively backward Karal, as a country ruled by druids, still has top-notch fruit wine and fresh fruits that are intoxicating.No matter which one it is, it will undoubtedly show the host's good cultivation and hospitality...

Not so with the Fararos.

Roland finally realized that this wild nation does have its roughness.

Roland silently looked at the big pot of hot broth in front of him, and smiled politely.He stretched out his hands to hold the side of the pot.

Yes, he did feel the sincerity.In such a cold winter, there is nothing more touching than a pot of hot broth.

...It would be better if you can give a bowl.

"...Then, Brother Kang Ding pointed me in the direction of your city. After that, I walked all the way with him on my back," Roland warmed himself while holding a pot full of broth hand, while slowly explaining to Mrs. Kruman how Kangding was injured, "But he couldn't hold on halfway and passed out... I had no choice but to walk forward in the last direction he pointed out. Fortunately, your daughter saw me, otherwise I would have passed by."

When Roland said this, he showed a warm smile, and his eyes were bent into a beautiful crescent shape.

He had already sensed that Little Lim by the side was moving around dishonestly, casting curious gazes over, and then inadvertently turned to the pot of fragrant broth.

Roland also chatted with this little guy for a while before Mrs. Kruman returned from the kitchen with hot soup.By the way, she asked her name and what happened in this small town recently.

But on the other hand, Roland only told her his name and gender.Therefore, this little mountain girl with beautiful long crimson hair was obviously dissatisfied.

If she and Roland were the only two people here, Roland would probably be entangled quite a lot by her.But because her mother is still here, Little Lim doesn't dare to interrupt now.

She seemed to be sitting obediently on her seat, her legs kicking lightly under the table without touching the ground.Whenever Mrs. Kruman shifted her gaze over intentionally or unintentionally, she immediately stopped moving, straightened her waist, and immediately sat down with her hands on her knees.

She just looked back and forth at Roland and Broth with those big clear eyes, with "I want to talk" and "I want to eat meat" written all over her face.

But Mrs. Kruman obviously didn't focus too much on Lim.Rather, Mr. Roland is a person who is enough to attract attention.

"You have worked really hard."

For the third time, Mrs. Kruman paid her sincere respect to Roland: "I have never seen such a great person as you."

"You are very kind, ma'am."

Roland said pointedly: "Sorry, I didn't mean to belittle—I thought that the mountain people should be the kind of mountain guests who are bold and not polite."

"Guest, you are right."

Just then, a deep and weak voice came.

On the big bed less than five or six steps away from the round table, the man in white single clothes struggled to sit up.

When Contin was carried into the house by Roland, his cold coat covered in snowflakes and soaked in snow had already been replaced by Mrs. Kruman.And together with Roland, they roughly wiped Kang Ding's skin with a rough hot towel. Some scratches were cleaned, and the wounds cut by gravel were also smeared with medicine. Then they changed him into dry and warm clothes He sent it to bed.

Mrs. Kruman is fine with wiping her body with a hot towel.But it was a little difficult for her to climb up to the second floor with a man who was nearly two hundred catties on her back.

Even though the mountain women are generally physically strong and strong in combat, this obviously does not include Mrs. Kruman.

She was clearly an outlier in Fararo.If it weren't for her slightly red hair, Roland would almost have recognized her as a Titan.

If it is a normal person, probably taking Kang Ding to his house would be considered as the utmost benevolence.And Roland not only helped her rescue Kang Ding, but also walked for so long in the thick snow under the blizzard, and also helped Mrs. Kruman deal with Kang Ding's injury, and helped her send Kang Ding to the hospital. Got to the second floor.

As a stranger, Roland has already done the best he can.

It is also because of Roland's good behavior that he has won the respect of Mrs. Kruman.

Of course, now we have to add a Contin——

Roland was finally able to take a good look at this person at this time.

The current White Wolf Kangding is obviously still relatively young, his hair is almost black and dark brown, and his skin shows a healthy and wild brown due to oiling all the year round.And Kang Ding's figure is the thin and tall type that is difficult among mountain people, but even if he is still wearing thin clothes, he can see the hidden muscles on his body.

More noticeable are the scars on his body.

A slanting scar ran from his left collarbone to just below the ribs on his right chest.There were dense lacerations on the outside of his left arm, a small, deep horizontal scar below his heart, and a horrific penetrating wound on his right shoulder.

These are all the imprints left by those prey in his past hunting.

Compared with these that are enough to kill the average person, the small scrapes left on his shoulders, back and cheeks are nothing.

The crushed rocks carried by the avalanche and the weight of the heavy snow itself can indeed injure an ordinary person until he loses consciousness, but it is actually nothing to a gold-ranked hunter.

What is really fatal is the suffocation and cold after being buried in heavy snow.Such sustained injuries are terrifying enough to kill a gold-level warrior.

After Kang Ding cast his eyes on Roland's face, his eyes paused for a moment, and then immediately returned to his expressionless face.

"Kang Ding, you should take a rest..."

"I'm fine, Honall. You and Lim entertain the guests first, I have to go and see how old Jem is doing, and those warriors..."

Afterwards, regardless of his wife's persuasion, he got off the bed.

"Although it's not good for me to say so...but you don't have to go."

But at this moment, Roland shook his head. "You want to save the other three hunters, right...it's useless. I watched them being submerged by an avalanche from the mountain. And it's in the very center. If you want to dig them out, there's no continuous workforce of more than 100 people. Working for three days is impossible."

"If you hadn't run to the edge of the avalanche, it would be impossible for me to dig you out. Even though you are in good health, you are still weak now, and you will fall into it again if you are not careful."

Roland looked serious: "I don't want the person I finally rescued to go back to die. Do you know?"

Kang Ding was silent for a while, and then said in a calm voice: "I see. I won't go back again."

Roland sighed: "I'm really sorry...it's all because of my lack of ability."

"No, it's not your problem."

Kang Ding clenched his fists tightly, his face still expressionless: "I'll go to their house to apologize later."

"Now you should heal your injuries first..."

Just as Roland was saying this, there was an abnormal commotion outside.

You can tell at a glance that it is a sound that can only be made by at least ten people.

For a moment, the four of them turned their gazes out of the window.

(End of this chapter)