"It's nothing, these are problems we have to face."
Porter wasn't angry, he just sighed and said:
"Sometimes those two little bastards make me so mad that I wish I had died from our encounter in Morlan village, but we survived in the end, and now we have to bear the pressure that those who passed without burdens never had to face.
You know, I've started reading lately, maybe some ideas from those books have influenced me, making me feel less brave and fearless than before."
"What are you two talking about here? Are you discussing how to kill the Wolf People more efficiently? Considering our current situation, you'd better be discussing this topic."
Old Norman's voice came from the side. He handed two servings of hot soup to Porter and Ambo, sitting on the dangerous strangling vine without worrying that it might jump up and strangle him.
This is the 'privilege' of the Avalon Believers.
