Freyr was stared at by the two and felt a bit embarrassed. But she still said slowly:
"I overheard the conversation between the two of them. The knight called the other person Naril, and Naril called the knight Jack."
"The two seemed to have never expected to meet here. They talked a lot about a family called Irrill Family and left very late. Moreover, the knight came to find Naril several times in the middle. He not only gave him food but also gave him many items for survival in the wild."
"Because I was curious, I eavesdropped on some more. So I am very sure that his name is Jack Irrill."
Christie immediately showed an expression of sudden realization: "So they are from the Irrill Family. No wonder Naril betrayed!"
"Is there any story behind this?" Ron asked.
Christie smiled bitterly: "Ron, I guess you haven't heard of the Irrill family in Lane Town."
"Indeed! But there are so many nobles in Lane Town. Isn't it normal that I haven't heard of it?"
"In fact, there is no Irrill Family in Lane Town anymore." Christie sorted out her thoughts and continued: "Twenty years ago, this family was exterminated for treason. That knight is probably a survivor of the Irrill Family."
"This is not the key!" Ron wanted to know the key points behind this matter and asked: "The key is why they want to attack the Moore family? What kind of feud is there between the two families?"
"And why did Naril join the Moore family?"
Christie shook her head: "I only know that our Moore family was once very close to the Irrill Family."
"A magical genius of the Irrill Family married one of my cousins. Naril probably came at that time."
"As for what specific feuds there are between the two families and why the knight attacked the territory, I don't know."
Ron also knew that Christie was not valued in the family. She definitely didn't know these secrets of the family, so he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he turned to Freyr and said:
"Thank you for the information. This has helped us a lot. Otherwise, we might have to sleep in the wild."
"You're welcome! This is the reward!" Freyr replied with a smile.
"I think you probably haven't eaten yet! If you don't mind, we can have dinner together."
Facing Ron's invitation, Freyr showed a look of embarrassment: "I'm afraid I can't afford the reward."
"The value of the information you provided has far exceeded the supplies I provided. As a principle of fair trade, having a meal is deserved." Ron said with a smile:
"Also, I suggest you stay here. After all, it's too cold in the wild and it's always uncomfortable."
"Of course, we don't need you to provide any more rewards. This is also part of fair trade. Because your information is too important to us. This is our compensation to you."
"Really? Can I really stay here?" Freyr was overjoyed.
"Sure!" Ron said affirmatively: "However, you can only stay in the captain's cabin. Because we haven't arranged other warm rooms and there are no more blankets to decorate the room."
"It doesn't matter. I'm already very satisfied like this. You don't know how cold it is outside. I don't have money to buy clothes and can only endure the cold. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't know what to do. Thank you, Lord Ron."
Freyr was truly grateful to Ron. These days, because she saw people coming, she was afraid of being discovered and affecting the advancement of her magic pet. She didn't even dare to light a fire. She shivered with cold every day.
Today, just by providing a piece of information, she can exchange for such a warm and comfortable environment. She is extremely satisfied.
Of course, how would she know that Ron had ulterior motives in keeping her.
Ron was also happy when he saw Freyr being as happy as a child. As long as this person stays, things will be easier later. After all, feelings can be cultivated slowly!
Ron believed that there would be many places for trading in the future. But now he couldn't be impatient. Having a meal was more important.
So he stood up and invited Freyr to the restaurant for a meal.
Freyr didn't know the dangers of the world and readily agreed.
And for tonight's dinner prepared by Lir for everyone, in addition to grilled fish, there are also black bread, mushroom soup, and stir-fried chicken cubes.
Yes, stir-fried chicken cubes.
This chicken was brought back by Ron on his way back in the morning. He happened to see two grouse in the forest and brought them back to improve the food.
Unexpectedly, it became a delicacy for entertaining guests.
However, what Ron didn't expect was that Freyr didn't even touch the chicken, let alone the fish. She only ate black bread and mushroom soup.
Ron saw this and was a bit curious: "Miss Freyr, don't you taste the chicken? This is a special way of cooking. I believe you will like it."
"No! Thank you! We elves don't eat animal carcasses." Freyr "kindly" refused.
Hearing this, Ron almost vomited it out, but he still held it back.
"The way your elves call meat is really straightforward. But I'm a bit curious. If your elves don't eat meat, what do you usually eat?"
"Bread, fruits, vegetables, and of course all kinds of nuts that I love the most."
"Oh! I see!" Ron silently wrote this down and achieved the first step in understanding elves: "Eating vegetarian food is good. No wonder your elves live so long. I heard that you can live for thousands of years. Is this true?"
"Of course it's true. My teacher is already more than two thousand years old this year. Our queen is almost five thousand years old. In a few years, it will be her five thousandth birthday."
When Christie heard this, she became interested and asked weakly: "Then Miss Freyr, how old are you this year?"
"Me?" Freyr pointed to her own nose. After thinking hard for a while, she said: "I'm still young. I'm probably only about three hundred years old!"
Hearing this, Ron and Christie looked at each other. Their expressions were a bit strange.
Everyone finished dinner in this strange atmosphere.
After the meal, Christie accompanied Freyr to the captain's cabin to drink tea and chat.
And Ron took Champion's Glory and went out to patrol the territory. This has almost become his daily habit.
When passing by the bow of the ship, he heard Naril constantly cursing. It was all dirty words. He didn't know who he was cursing at exactly. But Ron could feel his anger.
He originally wanted to go over and talk to him. But later, he thought it was better not to.
If Naril didn't suffer a bit, he believed that he couldn't say anything useful.
Rather than talking nonsense, it was better to think more about how to deal with that knight of Gold Rank 7.
Ron believed that that person would definitely come again. It was just a matter of not knowing when.
However, there was one thing that Ron couldn't understand. Did that knight come for revenge because he had a grudge against the Moore family, or was he instigated?
"It should be both. Only in this way can it be explained that he recognized Naril only after arriving at the camp. Their encounter was just a coincidence."
"And he came alone, indicating that in addition to believing in his own strength, it also shows that he doesn't want others in the fortress to know. This rules out the possibility that the high-level leaders of the duke's territory orchestrated this matter. This is also as expected."
"Then who exactly orchestrated all this?"
"Forget it! Let Feli investigate who is in charge. I just need to deal with that knight."
"Gold Rank 7. This is really not easy to deal with. What should I do?"
Ron gradually fell into deep thought...