The Hero in Exile

"It looks like they have a good relationship."

A few days later, early in the morning, Bushier was lying on a distant hilltop, observing the two with a telescope for several days. Due to the harsh environment in the wild, he only had a tent to sleep in, so his hair was now fluffy.

"Am I really his biological child? I'm made to do this kind of work every day. I'm almost tired of eating this bread." Bushier wiped the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

Father Brunson always wanted a son but had a daughter. Brunson never treated Bushier as a daughter but trained him like a boy. As a result, Bushier has been fighting and handling guns since he was a child. As for makeup, no one taught him.

As for why it developed like this, it was mainly because the Lionheart Kingdom believed in strength, so they never talked about any big principles with others and would just fight whenever they could. Naturally, it was difficult for those people in the church to get along with the local people. Over time, the church gave up preaching here, so Lingyu and Moran had never been harassed by people from the church.

Bushier looked through the telescope and saw Lingyu and Moran getting closer intentionally or unintentionally, and he felt annoyed for a moment. Obviously, I am not bad looking and can be considered good-looking. If it weren't for that old man who made me fight and kill every day and made males of the same age afraid of me, I wouldn't be twenty-four or twenty-five and still have no dating experience at all.

Chirp~Chirp~Chirp~Chirp~

Just as he was complaining, he heard the sound of eagles flying overhead. This kind of eagle was a unique token of his family, mainly used to transmit letters. He had told the old man before that he knew the man and that he had black skin and was likely a demon, so he told his father to bring him in.

The eagle circled in the air for a while and then landed on Bushier's shoulder. He untied the letter tied to his feet and unfolded it. It was indeed the letter from his father as he thought.

"Bushier, I have brought enough troops and will arrive by dusk tonight. I order you to observe their movements carefully and send a signal to surround them at noon tonight."

"Hmph, talking to your own daughter is like giving orders to your subordinates." Bushir, who was in a bad mood, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it away. He took out a pen and paper from the tent, wrote down what was going on, and tied the paper to the eagle's feet.

"Okay, you can go now." Bushir raised his hand and the eagle took advantage of the momentum to fly out and flew towards the direction of the city gate.

"Ms. Lingyu, please look carefully."

Lunster used a special knife technique to remove the scales and dissect the fish, and explained to Lingyu: "This is more efficient, and it makes the fish more flavorful whether it is braised or steamed."

Lingyu was fascinated by the mysterious knife skills. After savoring them for a while, she nodded, picked up a fish and started practicing. Now she would learn to cook from Lunster when she was bored.

"Ms. Lingyu learns very quickly." Lunster couldn't help but praise her. She was able to learn well just by reading it once.

"It's mainly because you taught me well." Someone had already started to blush without being praised. Last time, he saw that Moran liked making this dish very much. Next time, he would make one for him to try. He didn't know what he would think. Lingyu studied harder.

"Haha." Lunster didn't expect Lingyu to be so polite. He smiled and rubbed his goatee, but after laughing he looked towards the living room. What a pity! Others are working so hard, but he is doing nothing at home except going out fishing.

"Lunster, how long will it take for the orcs to arrive?" Moran said in a lazy tone.

Lunster glanced at the calendar next to him and saw a mark on tomorrow's date.

"They will be here tomorrow. Unless there are any unexpected events, we will be there within two days."

"That's great. I haven't seen that old guy for a long time. I wonder how he is doing."

Moran's tone finally became a little angry.

"Who is this old friend he's talking about?"

"He is the chieftain of the orc tribe, Hook." When talking about Hook, Lunster looked melancholy: "He is obviously an old man over a hundred years old, but he still abandoned his tribe and sneaked into the demon tribe to drink and have fun with Young Master Moran."

"Is that so?" Lingyu smiled bitterly with some sympathy. However, she had never seen what the orc kingdom looked like. However, it would definitely be wonderful if all of them were sub-humans like in other games.