"Ah," said he. In the end, the farmers did not guess the identity of Shire, and Shire felt that he had become a mysterious person in their hearts.
"I need a dress, and food." Shire to change the subject, end their endless speculation.
"Ahead is our village."
They came to a place called the village of Durham, which was flat and surrounded by sparse trees and sallow grass that was quite silent in autumn, and the trees in the orchards had been cut down and the fields were desolate.
Shire walked into the village, everywhere filled with the smell of chicken and cow dung, the main road on both sides of the taller houses, all made of wood and brick. The villagers first frame the houses with wooden columns, then insert the stone bricks, so that you can see the horizontal and vertical wooden structures reinforced within the stone walls, forming a Loman characteristic building structure.
In the middle of the village was the well, and a woman in a big blue apron and a white scarf was carrying water. Looking back, she saw these people, especially Shire, who was not dressed properly. She gave a scream, threw the bucket aside, splashed the water on the ground, and hurried away with her skirt.
"Who is it, who is it! Hearing the screams, several villagers rushed out with wooden sticks.
'Someone's messing around!
"Everybody fight him!"
The villagers behind Shire quickly explained: "Dulle! Mark, it's us!"
"Who is this guy?" They seemed wary. Every stranger was a new threat to the village. Outsiders always meant chaos and disaster.
"He is the saviour of our village! The hero who killed the river trolls!"
Villages like this send messages by Shouting, and when he shouted, half the village came out to watch. There was a sound of movement, and people left their homes and went to the mud floor in the middle of the village to see Shire, pointing at him, but Shire felt very strange.
"Did you really kill the river troll?" An old man in a linen robe with gray hair came over.
"Yes, these men can testify." Char pointed to the villagers behind him with their baskets.
"The gods have sent us a savior." The old man made a pious gesture to the sky, and the other villagers followed suit, expressing their gratitude to the gods.
The Loman people worship their ancestors and heroes in history, the greatest of which is the god Edwar, the first king in Loman history, who originally walked on earth and was elevated to god after his death.
"I'm a traveler. It's nice to help." Shire simply expressed his attitude, "If you can give me a dress, a meal, I have not wasted my efforts."
"Of course, shall I have the honor of knowing the adult's name?" 'said the old man humbly.' I am Magnon of Durham. '
"Call me Char." Char nodded.
Loman people usually indicate their origin in their self-declaration. Shire's hometown is from a small place called the village of Berol, so he should call himself the Shire of Berol. Only Etienne had told him that, as a demon hunter, it was taboo to reveal his information to others, lest he be used, and Charles obeyed.
He was taken by Magnon to a house with a courtyard, where there was a square table with benches around it. The two great dogs barked at the Shire, and in a moment became frightened again, and hid themselves in despair, with their tails between their legs.
Do they sense the devil in me? Animals are sensitive to supernatural beings like demons.
"Look, so many mortals, so many mortals..." Graddiu felt the villagers around him. "I have a request..."
'What?
"Murder some mortals for me, and let me taste their souls."
"Don't even think about it." Shire in the heart rebuffed.
"Eating people can restore my power, and my power can help you."
"You promised never to antagonize mortals."
"Did I say that?"
People do not know that there is a hidden demon in the stirring, each other, excitedly talking about the killing of the river troll, the haze that has plagued the village for a long time is finally dispersed, the villagers are in a good mood, and the original gloomy atmosphere of Durham village is cleared away. The village was apparently unanimated before Shire stepped in to help them.
"Come in, my Lord." Magnon took Shire into the house, the house furnishings simple, let Shire feel friendly, completely farmhouse style.
There were two large rooms on the left and right, the one on the right for sleeping, with four or five woolen square blankets on the floor and a small brazier in the middle, without charcoal. Apparently, with river trolls blocking access to the forest, the villagers are very frugal with firewood these days.
The room on the left was used for cooking, and there was a square stone fire kiln, on which stood a large sauce-pot, with which the peasants of Loman had little to eat, and in which water, vegetables, and potatoes were cooked as a daily household dish, with which Shire, being from the country, could hardly be more familiar.
The Magnong home is a bit nicer than the average villager, with lockers, closets and a wooden staircase leading up to the second floor, which is usually used to accommodate guests.
"Wear my son's clothes, if you don't mind." Magnon opened the wardrobe, and took out a sackcloth long-sleeved shirt, linen trousers, a sheepskin coat, and leather boots, which Charles estimated at seven or eight silver coins, evidently expressing their sincere gratitude to Charles.
A suit of clothes! The Shire had at last something to wear since the rise.
"Your son? Where did he go?" Char picked up the clothes.
Magnon shrugged.
"He has loved to read since he was a child, and I said he would be a great poet, or a historian, or read letters to the Lord. So I sent him to the West Coast, and he got smarter. My son is really promising... But the more he read, the less he wanted to talk to me. Eventually he stopped coming home. He hadn't been back for twenty years. I have not heard from him and I pray every day that he is alive and well. He was about your age when he left, my Lord."
"I'm so sorry."
Magnon spread his hand, faced all this with the indifference characteristic of a country man, saluted the Shire, and withdrew.
Charles put on his trousers, put on his clothes, put on his coat, fastened the clasp, adjusted the green stone necklace, and tied the black hunter's cloak behind him to hide his cloth knapsack. He also lacks a belt to hang the knife, the previous belt was destroyed, and now he can only carry the knife in his hand at all times.
He felt much better when he was fully dressed. He looked down at his clothes, fitted and warm, like a traveler in the Loman country, not the naked savage he had been before. In particular, he now has a pair of shoes, so he does not have to walk barefoot, and the soles of his feet, which have been injured repeatedly in recent days, are now protected.
In other words, he felt a sense of returning to civilization, which he found reassuring.
Back in the yard, he saw the villagers outside catching chickens and slaughtering pigs, Magnon did not know where to carry a large iron pot, put it on the open stone stove, several women volunteered to come to the fire, add water. Others were peeling and washing vegetables and pushing carts of potatoes.
"What are you doing?" 'asked Shire.
"My Lord, how good it is that you have killed the river troll! We must treat you well." Magnon was delighted.
"Yeah, yeah!
"Well, our village of Durham is famous for its hospitality." The other villagers echoed loudly.
Hearing the positive answer, Char suddenly felt happy, helping others, and then being respected, isn't that what demon hunters are supposed to do?
"He's just a kid. He gets carried away with a little flattery." Graddiu commented dismissively in his mind, but Charles was in a good mood and did not care about it.
Several young girls stood outside the walls of Magnon's house, peering over them with wide eyes at the legendary adventurers of travel, and were thrilled at the sight of the Shire. He noticed them, too. The pretty ones were young, young, with rosy faces, and the uglier ones had big plates and freckles. They found the shire's eyes, all shy and fled, but let the shire feel embarrassed.
Women in Shire seems to be an elusive puzzle, their mysterious behavior, unique character, and men are completely different, no matter the way of thinking or means of action are very different. But no matter what, men want women.
Maybe I can go look for them? Talk with them, pull into the relationship, and finally break through the last layer of estrangement, Shire's imagination. How does a woman feel? Their faces are tender and their legs are broad.
"I didn't find you fit to be a sex demon in hell." "Muttered Graddius," Is it that your former integrity conceals your vulgar nature? Damn, you shouldn't expect too much from mortals."
"They're good."
"' Very good '." "Growled Gladius," you bastard, if they come to you, you will pounce on them like wild dogs and admire their enthusiasm. But if they do not take the initiative, you will be as wooden as a stone, naively waiting for them to take the initiative to come and talk to you. Why? Why don't you take the initiative, run out of the yard right now, and find them! Show them your desires."
"I have important things to do." Shire prevarication.
"You see, why do I always foretell, because I have grasped the small and pathetic minds of you mortals." You're indecisive and distracted, and women will haunt you."
Kiss them and hug them until you lock your fingers...
"I'll take the initiative." Shire stubbornly thought, "But not now, if I meet a beautiful girl, not only smart and brave, slim body, even noble birth, I immediately pursue, such a girl is worth it."
"You bottom-dominant stallion, if that kind of female mortal likes you, I'll go back to hell and die before the Kings of Chaos."
Well, thought Charles, now knew a way to defeat Graddiu once and for all.