The woman was not exactly mocking him, it carried a more extreme amount of contempt, as if everything Xiao Lin said or did was beneath her notice.
Was she going to kill them?
Xiao Lin felt like that was not very possible. He might have felt a strong sense of danger, but he never felt any killing intent from her. He tried saying, "If my hammer disturbed your rest, then I'm terribly sorry."
"I won't kill you." The woman's tone was still cold, as if her words were a gift to him. "At least you're a bit better than those stupid humans. You can actually exchange a few words with me."
Xiao Lin could somewhat understand it. The woman spoke in Ancient Normese, a language that was barely understood in the world, and the village definitely had no one who could speak it. He stopped, then formed a sentence. "Have you been trapped here? Or do you not want to leave the place you had your fated encounter with the king?"
