The Hero in Exile

As it was dark, Moran had to say goodbye to Velena in advance.

"How are you going to place her?"

"Take her away after a day or two, when the slave owner has stopped searching here."

"And that, I'm sorry."

Moran looked up in confusion, not knowing why he said that.

Lingyu lowered her eyes, clasped her hands nervously, and her eyes gradually dimmed, which should be a manifestation of disappointment and self-blame.

"I used to be prejudiced against the demons and thought they were a bloodthirsty and murderous race. But when I arrived at the demons' homeland and saw the people around me, I realized that they were no different from ordinary people. And it was because of me that this happened, right?"

"You're an idiot."

"it hurts."

Moran hit Lingyu on the forehead with a knife, using a little force.

Lingyu covered her forehead in pain, not understanding why Moran hit her like that. When she raised her head, she saw Moran looking at her like a fool.

"I really don't understand what you are blaming yourself for." Moran sighed softly and looked at Lingyu as if he was a fool.

"That's not because... because... because."

Lingyu's voice gradually became quieter until it turned into an inaudible murmur.

"Honestly, it's not your fault. The war will not change because of the strength of an individual. To be selfish, I am the initiator of this war. You were just dragged into it. Everything here has nothing to do with you."

Lingyu's heart was touched involuntarily. Yes, everything here had nothing to do with her in the beginning. After hearing Moran's encouragement, she felt relieved.

"Thank you, Moran."

Lingyu lifted the right side of her hair behind her ear, her face flushed, revealing a pure and flawless smile, and she looked like an angel in the dusk.

"Um...um..."

Moran, feeling inexplicably shy, looked away.

Moran's chest suddenly tightened. What kind of magic was this? It was so terrifying that it could still have such power even in such a weakened state.

"Why did your face suddenly turn so red? Are you catching a cold?" Lingyu reached out and touched Moran's forehead.

"Do not touch me."

Moran nervously slapped Lingyu's hand away.

"Your kindness is taken for granted. I won't bother with you anymore."

Moran let out a breath. It seemed that Lingyu was really angry, but fortunately he didn't notice his abnormality just now.

"Here are your money, bosses."

"Well, not bad."

The slave trader's veins bulged. What's the matter? You wasted my whole day and I have to wait for your two convoys to set off at night. Who knows what you did with this woman deep in the jungle?

Of course, slave traders only dared to think so.

"Then we'll leave first."

"Take care, sirs."

The slave trader watched Moran and Lingyu leave before turning around.

"You good-for-nothings! I spent so much money but couldn't even catch a single demon. Tomorrow is the auction day. Do you know how much you'll make me lose?"

"Huh...huh..."

After cursing for a while, the slave owner moistened his throat with water to vent his anger.

If the adventurers hadn't had the money in the fat guy's hands, they would have beaten him so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him. No matter what, they couldn't go after the money anyway. They would just take the money and leave after he finished scolding them.

Deep forest

"Tsk, their tracks are cut off here. If we had discovered them leaving the city earlier, we could have caught them."

Shadow leaned over to check the clear footprints on a piece of wet mud, picked up a little and put it to his nostrils and sniffed it. There was no doubt that it was demonic energy, although it was very faint.

"Master Shadow, there are new signs here."

An Imperial Royal Guard knelt beside him.

The shadow followed and came to a wooden jar that had obviously been processed, his expression twisted unconsciously.

"I sensed it was the demon clan."