Seeing the malnourished, yellow-skinned, and withered children, Betta immediately realized what Roland meant.
He immediately took out all the spider legs and roasted them on the wood.
Roland, on the other hand, went to the Lake View Tavern on the other side of the river and bought some salt. By the time he returned, Betta had finished roasting the spider legs.
The spider legs were very long. Roland took out the iron sword that he got from the blacksmith and never had a chance to use from his system Backpack. He cut the legs into four parts and sprinkled some salt on the broken parts. Then, he waved at the children on the bridge.
If Betta had called for the children, they wouldn't have dared to approach him.
But Roland was different. He had lived in Red Mountain Town for more than a month and had interacted with the children now and then, telling them stories. Of course, that was with Language Proficiency.
So, the children in the town were all familiar with Roland. They all came to him when he waved at them.
"Line up and take your share." Roland gave a part of the spider leg to the child at the front of the line.
In a daze, he held a piece of fragrant spider leg in his hands and walked to the side. This child who was the first to receive the spider leg looked at the delicacy in his hands in disbelief.
He was not scared of spider legs … Sometimes, he was so hungry that he even ate the bark of a tree.
He had also eaten fish, small fish, the very small kind. The bigger ones had to be sold for money in exchange for other things, such as clothes or oil and salt.
Most of the people in Red Mountain Town made a living by the lake, but few of them had the privilege of eating fish meat.
Red Mountain Town belonged to the mayor, and the lake belonged to the mayor. As a noble, the mayor would get sixty percent of the fish they caught or the money they earned from selling the fish. The rest belonged to them.
One could lie about the number of fish they caught or the money they earned from selling the fish, but if the mayor found out about it, his family would be kicked out of Red Mountain Town.
Such a mayor was already very merciful. It was said that the mayors or mayors of other places would simply hang them.
He looked at the spider leg in his hand with some surprise. In the end, the child did not eat it directly. Instead, he held the spider leg and ran home excitedly, intending to share it with his family.
Most of the children who received the spider leg meat did the same thing. Only a few of them were so hungry that they took a small bite before running home.
About half an hour later, the children all received the spider leg meat and left. All the children were very happy.
Roland and Betta sat side by side on the railing of the bridge. While eating the remaining roasted spider legs, they looked at the lake below them and felt comfortable in the cool lake breeze.
After chewing the spider leg in his hand, Betta turned around and asked, "What do we do next?"
Looking at the maple forest far away, Roland put on a matter-of-fact smile. "Do you even need to ask?"
After that, the giant spiders in the maple forest were in big trouble. The two Death Gods would wander around the maple forest for several hours every day, looking for traces of the spiders. Every evening the children of the town could take home a roasted spider leg here by the lake.
The children were the least scheming. Roland and Betta were nice to them, so they naturally leaned on them. They wanted to play with the two of them.
Roland had to practice Language Proficiency and didn't spend much time with the children. Betta, on the other hand, taught them the basic military sword arts while he was with them.
Then, in the evening, a bunch of children could be seen waving sticks by the lake very carefully.
The townsfolk gradually looked at Betta with friendlier eyes.
Seven days later, an incident happened.
That evening, Roland and Betta were distributing roasted spider legs to the kids as usual, when six rascally adults approached them. They pushed aside the kids in the queue and stood before Roland. They said in an extremely unfriendly manner, "You're giving meat to the kids, but you're not saving any for us. Isn't that a little unfair?"
Some people in the world had brain circuits that couldn't be inferred with common sense. They always thought that they should have what other people had, and that they would be unreasonable if they couldn't take advantage of others.
Roland glanced at the six people and found that three of them had a history with him.
More than a month ago, they had a fight outside of the Lake View Tavern.
Besides, the six of them were so vulgar that they couldn't be good people. He waved his hand and said, "Go away. You're all adults with hands and feet. Don't you feel ashamed to come here to freeload?"
Hearing that, the young man in the lead was unhappy. He yelled, "Hey, aren't you good people? We're poor people too. We can't eat or wear warm clothes. Why don't you give us some money? Why do you need to take care of those little kids? They have parents anyway. They won't starve. "
Roland heaved a sigh and looked at them. "Is it interesting?"
Roland was an adult, but in the game, he was only about seventeen years old … He looked young and not intimidating at all in the eyes of the adults.
More importantly, Roland and his companions behaved like "good people." Anybody with a normal IQ knew that good people were easier to bully.
The adults burst into laughter, and the young man in the lead laughed even more irritatingly. "It's indeed boring. I know that we can't beat you, but it doesn't matter. I've remembered all those little kids. You can't stay in Red Mountain Town forever. I'll beat them and their parents when you're not here. What do you think? "
Hearing that, the kids immediately stayed away and glared at the young man in hatred, not daring to say anything.
Roland looked at him and suddenly smiled.
Betta, who had been roasting the spider leg and was ready to watch the show, also stood up and walked to Roland's side, his eyes shining with excitement.
The adult hoodlums seemed to think that Roland and Betta were kind-hearted foreigners who didn't want to cause trouble.
But they didn't know that the two of them were essentially players.
Roland looked at Betta and asked with a smile, "You must've triggered it too, right?"
Betta cracked his knuckles and said with a creepy smile, "Of course!"
"Beat the six troublemakers into submission!" (Regular)
It was a white quest … But in Roland and Betta's eyes, it was a yellow quest of historical quality, because it looked too cool.
The young man on the opposite side had a bad feeling when he saw the change of their faces. He was about to say something, but Roland and Betta were not talkative.
Without saying anything, they lunged forward like a whirlwind.
The six hoodlums were somewhat intimidating in the town, but they couldn't fight back at all when they encountered professionals, especially professionals like Roland and Betta who had been through real battles.
Roland and Betta didn't even use their weapons or skills. They put down the six hoodlums in twenty seconds with nothing but their bodies.
Then, they kicked them hard without saying a word.
"Foreigners are attacking us!"
"Help!"
Shrill cries drifted on the surface of the lake. Many of the townspeople heard them, but they only glanced at them before continuing with their own business.
Roland and Betta showed no intention of stopping at all.
The system didn't say that the quest had been completed.
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