Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

"Teach him a lesson..."

Poro was taken aback by these words, tilting his head to scrutinize the girl's face.

Her pair of azure eyes sparkled with a light of eagerness.

"Hey, Lake, when did you become like this?"

Poro felt somewhat astonished; he couldn't understand why this seemingly adorable and beautiful girl had developed a personality of teaching others lessons without a word.

Is this what a beautiful girl should do?

She's only killed two people since leaving the forest, right?

"Huh? What have I become?"

Lake blinked, looking somewhat bewildered.

"Never mind, since you've already said that..."

Poro grinned, a hint of bloodthirstiness gleaming in his narrow eyes, "Then let's wait a little longer; it's better to kill people late at night, and easier to dispose of the bodies..."

"Kill people? Dispose of bodies?"

Lake paused, "That's not right, is it? I just wanted to teach him a lesson, break an arm or something, so he wouldn't dare to again..."

"Uh, you didn't want to kill him?"

Poro scratched his head with his paw, but quickly adopted a tone of disappointment, "That's not right, Lake; if you're going to do something, you have to do it thoroughly!

It's called—'Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, or they will grow again in the spring breeze!'"

Time passed, and in the night, when lamp oil was expensive, every household went to bed early.

When it was pitch black outside, Poro looked at Lake.

"Is the knife ready?"

"The poison is applied."

Lake sheathed the silver dagger, glinting with a hint of green, back into the scabbard at her waist, and then slung her bow and arrows over her shoulder.

Having used 【Spiral Beacon: Hunter】, Lake could almost be considered a seasoned veteran.

At least, to ordinary people.

"Okay, I'm very familiar with that guy's scent; stick close to me later."

Poro nodded, preparing to go out, to the table in the tavern downstairs, to capture the scent of that knife grinder.

But just then, his ears perked up.

Next door, from the room where the guide Hans lived, suddenly came a soft sound, followed by a series of light footsteps.

Hmm? Did that guy also get up in the middle of the night to do something? Kidney problems?

Poro was taken aback.

"What's wrong? Poro?"

Lake looked at Poro's expression, asking somewhat nervously.

"Hans has gone out too; should we... follow him and see what's up?"

Poro felt a hint of curiosity.

After all, compared to villains, the secrets hidden by a guide they had to follow were even more attractive.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Lake was also stunned for a moment, revealing a curious look as well.

Lake and Poro quietly walked out of the tavern; the pads of Poro's paws, coupled with his black fur, looked like a shadow in the moonlight.

And although Lake was wearing a bright red cloak, her movements were silent.

In short, Poro and Lake's stealth abilities were far superior to Hans's in front!

However... the scent on this road...

Poro sniffed.

In addition to Hans's scent, he also smelled the scent of that knife grinder.

Moreover, the direction Hans was heading was the knife grinder's house!

What was he doing there?

Did they really know each other?

After Poro quietly told Lake about this discovery, the two of them followed from a distance.

The knife grinder's house was not small, as tall as two stories.

Listening to people chatting in the tavern, he had seized the house of a child who had lost his parents, snatched the house, and kicked out the previous owner's three children.

Hans stood at the door of the wooden house and pushed it.

The door was tight and wouldn't open.

So Hans found a window at the back of the house, and using his skinny arms, he supported his body and climbed in with difficulty.

Obviously, this guide didn't seem like someone who knew martial arts.

Poro and Lake, outside the house, both heard the faint clanging sounds of objects colliding.

"Uh... what is Uncle Hans going to do? He shouldn't be visiting, right?"

"With all that clanging, even if he wants to do good for the people, I'm afraid he'll accidentally fall to his death."

Poro looked at the house in confusion, saying, "Let's go, let's follow him, it wouldn't be good if the guide got killed."

Immediately, Lake and Poro tiptoed in.

Unlike Hans, Lake and Poro didn't make any noise after entering the house, like two truly cautious hunters.

And as soon as they entered the house, the two heard the knife grinder shout from inside the room—

"Who the hell dares to enter my house? Looks like someone wants to die again?"

Sure enough, the guide sneaking in couldn't possibly not be discovered!

Then, there was a clang—the sound of a knife being drawn!

Oh no! Was the guide really going to be chopped to death!?

Lake and Poro exchanged glances, following the shadows to the side of the hall on the first floor; in the center of the hall, in the dim candlelight, Hans and the knife grinder stood facing each other.

"Oh, I've seen you before; you passed by on the road this afternoon with a hunter and a dog—what? You skinny thing, after hearing my rumors, you're coming in the middle of the night to act as a hero?"

The knife grinder spat, looking disdainfully at the man opposite him, whose thigh was not as thick as his arm.

"Well, I think you might have seen me more than just today."

Hans's lifeless eyes stared fixedly at the knife grinder, "A year ago, also on the small road at the entrance of the town, you used a 'whetstone' picked up by the stream to exchange for my goose."

"Oh—that was your willing exchange; what? You such a loser, now you think you have the courage to come for revenge?"

The knife grinder laughed even louder upon hearing this; he never took those cowardly passersby seriously.

Those guys who obediently offered their money with a wave of a knife—what was there to be afraid of?

"If that hunting dog came with you, I'd still be a little afraid; you such a thing, still think you're a hero?

You can't even climb through a window—who gave you the courage to provoke me!?"

Saying that, the knife grinder raised the broadsword in his hand, waving it, about to chop at the skinny man in front of him—

"Yes, it's people like you... who left me with nothing in the end."

Hans looked at the knife that was close at hand, sighed, but didn't have the slightest intention of dodging.

He just continued to slowly say:

"Everything I owned was taken away by you one by one, leaving only luck, and after I had nothing, I knew that I was a truly lucky person—

But what's the use of that?!"

Hans's last sentence was shouted out, filled with endless sadness.

And at this time, the knife grinder's broadsword was about to slash at his body.

Just as Lake and Poro, who were observing in the dark, couldn't help but want to take action—

A sudden change occurred!

Under the dim light, the knife grinder accidentally stepped into the air, stepping on a piece of unnoticed glass on the ground!

In an instant, the knife grinder heavily fell to the ground, his body colliding with the tables and chairs on the side, making a clanging sound—

And after the ear-piercing noise disappeared.

The bright broadsword in the knife grinder's hand was already inserted into his neck.

Blood gushed out.

He couldn't say a word and fell heavily at Hans's feet.

And until this time, Hans's body hadn't moved at all!

"Yes, that's how it is..."

Hans's tone returned to the unwavering sadness,

"My luck makes me lonely, it can't take back what belongs to me, but it can make people like you who like to snatch—

Also, lose everything!"