"Does this forum thing really work?"
After posing, Terry, the model, looked suspiciously at Jom, who was laughing non-stop at the Players' idiotic comments in the forum.
"It shouldn't be a problem, at least Edward and the others will come." Jem wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes. He calmed himself down and said, "All we have to do is wait and hope."
"Oh, that legendary top player who would stick his nose into any quest, the Quest Maniac Edward?" Terry nodded in understanding, a little surprised. "That's great!"
"Don't get too excited yet, let's not talk about whether they can defeat the Barren Giant or not, just finding the right way to get here is already a challenge."
But Jom didn't think things were that optimistic, he looked up at the gloomy sky. "And that's if it's not snowing."
Terry didn't say anything else after being doused with cold water, he sat on the ground and started munching on his rye biscuit.
Jom wanted to say something about the upcoming battle, but when he saw Terry enjoying his biscuit, he couldn't help but rub his stomach. He was a little hungry — the food he ate at the banquet had been completely digested after some exercise.
It was better to fill his stomach before the battle.
For players, there was no such thing as being too nervous to eat because they were about to go into battle.
With that in mind, Jom was just about to eat some dried rye biscuit when he sensed someone approaching.
He abruptly turned around and realized that the middle-aged Hunter from before was already very close to them.
"Are you guys really not going to leave the village?" The middle-aged hunter didn't notice that Jom had been startled by him, he asked casually when he saw the boy turn to look at him.
Terry, who didn't notice the man's approach, dropped the rye biscuit in his hand in shock. He even choked on the biscuit himself, hammering his chest as he coughed.
Jom only relaxed after he confirmed that the man wasn't hostile, and that the yellow 'Villager' character was still floating above his head. There was no enemy HP bar.
"Didn't we agree before, uncle?" Jom replied seriously, "If you want us to escort you to other villages, then we'll have to decline."
After all, fighting the Mountain Bandits still gave them EXP, and if they were lucky enough to defeat the Barren Giant with other players, they might even get some good loot. On the other hand, escorting the villagers didn't spawn any new quests, and the other side didn't seem to offer any rewards either, so it was a thankless task.
"My name is Joey Abbot. You can just call me Joey."
"Okay, Uncle Joey. We'll stay in the village and try our best to stall the bandits so that you can move." Seeing that she was about to say something, Jom quickly added, "Don't worry, compared to protecting you on the road, you'll be safer this way."
"That's not what I meant."
The middle-aged hunter, Joey, was a little annoyed. "What I want to say is, don't you think about yourself?"
"Huh?" Jom, who thought they were going to get into a big fight, was taken aback.
"I admit that you're strong, but the Mountain Bandits outnumber them, and they have the Giant's help, you won't win!" The hunter's expression was pained. "Staying in the back is suicide … Aren't you afraid of dying?!"
"We're used to dying."
Jom's expression softened as he replied softly.
Even if they got wiped out, they'd be back as good as new in three days, not to mention that they knew resurrection spells!
Even though three days in the dark room used to be tough, as long as they could still read the forums, three days was nothing!
Joey was stunned.
He considered himself to be quite knowledgeable, every time the village hunted something good, he was always the one to sell it in the nearby city. After so many years, he had developed an eye for people.
So he knew very well that when this young man named Jom said those words, whether it was the contempt in his eyes or the indifference on his face, it meant that he wasn't joking.
'So that's why, I should have known.'
Joey was a little annoyed.
When he was in the city, he heard from a friend that in order to train the professionals who had received God's blessing, some small churches would put them through all sorts of harsh training.
When they were still children, they would throw the professionals who had mastered survival skills into the cruel battlefield, using the baptism of iron and blood to help the professionals grow up quickly, building a strong will and becoming the mainstay of the church.
These two teenagers were probably the same.
They were still so young, but they had such outstanding strength. Add to that the fact that they were used to seeing death, and their eyes could even ignore it … What kind of cruel experience did they have to go through to have such a look in their eyes?
Did they witness the deaths of countless friends and comrades? Or did they hover on the edge of death multiple times? Or did they go through such a painful separation that even their hearts were ripped out?
Maybe they were so eager to face certain death that they saw death as the only way to escape from this cruel reality.
Whenever he thought of their past 'experiences', Joey couldn't help but feel sorry for them.
"You don't have to be like this, kids should behave like kids! It's wrong to think of death as a release, come with me! From now on, it doesn't matter if you're a normal kid, I'll protect you! " So, Joey, who had a fatherly love, sincerely said to Terry and Jom, "Let's build a new family, you can call me Dad if you want!"
Jom:???
The teenager couldn't understand what kind of strange thinking went through Joey's brain to suddenly ask him to call him Dad through the conversation above.
In comparison, Terry, who had always been simple and honest, was much more direct.
"I refuse."
He looked at the oatcake on the ground with some regret, and then said, "You're clearly a guy who abandoned his home and ran away with his tail between his legs in the face of danger. I don't want you to be my father. Who knows if you'll abandon us the next time you encounter danger."
Hearing his words, Joey suddenly showed an expression as if he had been struck by lightning. Like a zombie, with a face full of self-doubt, he staggered away.
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