Chapter 14: Cooling

"Huff..."

The morning was cold, and the water mist in the air was exhaled lightly with his breath like white smoke.

Morning star hammer, two-handed axe, and two daggers tucked at his waist.

Xia Nan carried the heavy bundle behind him, feeling vaguely tired.

But thinking of the price they might sell for after returning to the city, he couldn't help but feel encouraged in his heart.

This trip earned much more than farming at home.

The morning light passed through the gaps in the canopy, casting light spots on the green meadow.

Walking mechanically, Xia Nan's thinking couldn't help but drift.

For Maji, who had already died, he just felt that the other party didn't have to go that far.

Even though he had absorbed the eighteen years of memories from the original owner, the one controlling this body was a real alien soul from modern civilization.

It's not that he is pretending to be compassionate here; Xia Nan felt that the other party didn't need to show a pretentious gesture like that day, just need to put forward the request generously and clearly, and if there is a problem, discuss it slowly.

After all, the Bugbear was killed by both of them, and Maji's two arrows respectively triggered the "Deflection Field" CD of the 【Dead Line】 ring, and shot through the enemy's eye, making it fall into paralysis.

Only then did he have the opportunity to use his upgraded body to behead it.

The other party contributed significantly.

In this case, as long as Maji said it clearly, even if he wanted that enchanted ring, as long as he made up his share, Xia Nan could fully accept it.

In his view, he could have such a harvest on his first adventure, and in the future, following an experienced adventurer like Maji on missions, he thought the income wouldn't be too bad.

Now that he reviewed it again, Xia Nan felt that he made two mistakes:

First, his ideological concepts had not yet changed.

Although he had transmigrated to another world, he still subconsciously used the ideas and values of his previous life to treat the people and things around him.

Perhaps he should be more "down-to-earth"?

The second point was thinking about problems "as a matter of course" without having a clear understanding of things related to adventure.

Being able to make an old hunter like Maji take the initiative to risk swallowing it alone.

It seems that in this world, or among low-level adventurers like them, magic items are far more precious than he imagined.

Time passed, and the mist dissipated.

The temperature in the air gradually rose, and the dense jungle in his sight became more and more sparse, and he could occasionally see a few paths opened by humans.

Smoke curled up, and several brick-and-tile houses with medieval styles appeared in Xia Nan's sight.

Clear streams flowed windingly, and several women dressed as farm women were squatting on the side washing clothes, occasionally making laughter.

Two young children were playing on the side of the road, one holding a rudimentary wooden sword, with a serious face, looking righteous; the other was baring fangs and brandishing claws, as if playing some kind of monster.

Having stayed in the Mist Forest for a long time and being away from human smoke, Xia Nan, facing this scene filled with human fireworks, also relaxed his tense mind.

There is the only Adventurer Association branch nearby in the town, and the people living nearby are obviously no strangers to adventurers.

Looking at Xia Nan, who was walking alone on the country road with big and small bags, the two children looked curious, but perhaps because their parents had warned them, they didn't approach, just watched him with wide eyes from far away.

And Xia Nan had just escaped from the high-pressure environment filled with danger in the Mist Forest, and for a while, he was also a bit relaxed.

Seeing that the children were thin and malnourished, he took out a piece of dried meat from his bosom, broke it in half, and waved at the two.

Seeing the dried meat in Xia Nan's hand, the two children's wide eyes lit up, and they immediately ran over.

Looking at the two who were wolfing down the dried meat, Xia Nan gently touched one of their heads and asked casually:

"What are your names?"

"Moxi." "Feiyi..."

Xia Nan nodded, just about to speak, when he heard a hurried and worried voice coming from behind.

"Sir, sir, I'm sorry!"

Turning around, what came into view was a blonde woman wearing an apron.

Probably less than thirty years old, with a plump figure, freckles on both sides of her cheeks, and two braids hanging from her shoulders, her image was simple.

She should be the mother of the two children. As soon as she appeared, they all ran over.

"Didn't I say, don't talk to this kind of... sir?"

"But Mom, dried meat!"

"Don't talk about dried meat, even cake is not allowed! Be good!"

The deliberately lowered voice came from the air, and Xia Nan's originally cheerful mood from walking out of the Mist Forest also gradually cooled down.

Noticing that he was looking at her, the woman hurriedly pulled her two children behind her, regardless of her sweaty face from running all the way, and kept bowing to apologize:

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm really sorry."

Glancing at the two little boys who seemed to have committed some terrible mistake and were hiding behind their mother without saying a word.

Looking at the woman in front of him who was nervous and barely squeezed out a stiff smile, Xia Nan suddenly lost the interest to speak.

Waving his hand, he turned and left.

And at the same time, not far from Xia Nan, inside a house with closed doors and windows.

"What do you say, Big Brother, should we do it?"

A burly man with a dull face asked in a rather awkward posture, crouching under the window sill, looking like a thief.

"Don't rush, observe again."

The one who replied was a flat-headed man with a fierce face.

"What are you waiting for? I saw it, it's just him alone!" The dull man was a bit anxious. "With hammers and axes, there must be a lot of valuable things on him! If we don't do it now, don't let others snatch it!"

As he said, he had already picked up the pitchfork placed on the ground beside him, as if he would push the door and go out in the next second.

Responding to him was a slap on the back of the head.

"You also know that the other party has weapons?"

The flat-headed man scolded in a low voice.

"Just one person, walking in the middle of the road from the Mist Forest, and he didn't suffer any injuries."

"Really think he's a fat sheep? You think you can encounter all the good things!"

Saying that, the flat-headed man felt more and more that he had guessed correctly.

He couldn't help but press himself against the wall, peering through a crack in the window as he boasted to the lackey beside him:

"Look, the adventurers we usually encounter, which one isn't in groups of three or five."

"Even if there is one alone, they

"How many people have you seen walking right down the middle of the road like him, carrying so much stuff on his back without fearing that others might covet it?"

"I really haven't." Hearing this, the dull-witted man couldn't help but reach up and scratch his head.

"So, Boss, what do we do now?"

The flat-topped man glanced out the window again with a hint of wariness, then withdrew his gaze.

"This kid looks young, but I'm afraid he's got something up his sleeve. He won't be easy to deal with."

"Let's let it slide this time. We'll wait another two days and see if there's a more suitable target."

"We're leaving anyway, so we'll just pull one job, grab the loot, and run. So many of these adventurers die every year; once we toss the bodies into the forest, who would know?"

"Boss, I'm with you all the way!"

(End of chapter)