Chapter 192 Heavy Rain
Time flies, and another spring and autumn has passed in the blink of an eye.
A streak of white light flashed across the sky, lighting up the thick clouds for a moment.
Boom!
Thunder followed.
Crash——
The heavy rain and strong wind lashed the ground like a whip, trying again and again to bend the new green shoots and smash them back into the muddy land.
This long-accumulated storm finally broke out.
South of Bree.
An old man holding a candlestick walked to the closed window, listening to the noise of raindrops hitting the ground, looking at the darkness outside, with an unconcealable worry on his face.
There is nothing more comfortable than having a shelter from the wind and rain on a rainy day, plus a stove and hot water, and a small rocking chair next to the stove with a blanket on it.
It should be so.
"Why haven't these two bastards come back yet?"
The old man was muttering at the window, his brows furrowed.
"You knew it was going to rain but you still went out to fool around. When you come back, I will definitely let you know the real use of the belt around my waist..."
He stood at the window and whispered with a fierce look on his face.
The rain is getting heavier.
Even when most of the candles on the stage had burned out, there was still no sound outside except the rain.
The anger on the old man's face gradually subsided. His brows were furrowed and he paced back and forth in the room uncontrollably, unable to stop for a moment.
"I take back what I said just now. As long as you come back now, I will forgive you..."
The candle burned out.
"No, I can't."
Finally, the old man stopped. He quickly put on his coat, put on a hat that didn't absorb much water, opened the door, and groped forward in the dark under the lash of raindrops as big as beans.
"Pete, Phil!"
He shouted on the muddy ground, but his voice was always drowned out by the howling storm before it could reach far.
"Are you there? Respond to me!!"
He just kept shouting like that.
At this moment, most people in the village had gone to bed early, and there was no light in sight. The old man could only grope forward carefully in the darkness relying on some outlines he could catch with his peripheral vision.
For the two names he called out, the old man left the warm stove, groped his way out of the village in the darkness, and went to the grove further south.
"They were running this way, I remember..."
At this time, the rain finally lost its initial ferocity and became a little lighter.
This also allows his voice to be heard further away.
Even though the voice sounded a little hoarse.
"Pete, Phil—!"
"uncle!!"
It seemed as if God finally had mercy on this old man. A crying voice came from the left side of his body. The old man seemed to have a light lit up in his heart. He quickly turned his head and saw two figures struggling in the rain.
One of them was walking forward laboriously through the puddles. On his back was another child, who was motionless and seemed to be asleep or had fainted.
"Phil, what's going on!"
The old man strode over and took the child from the boy named Phil.
"I have no idea."
Phil said in a tearful voice: "We were exploring in the woods, and then a dark shadow fell on Pete, and then, and then he couldn't be woken up..."
Hearing this, the old man quickly leaned his head against Pete's chest. When his eardrums struggled to catch the sound of that heartbeat, he felt a little relieved.
He patted Phil on the shoulder and said:
"Okay, good boy, Peter is probably just tired. Now go back with your uncle, wipe off the rain on your body, and then warm yourself up in front of the fire. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow and everything will be fine."
Seeing the child in front of him almost collapsed, the words of reprimand got stuck in his throat and turned into comfort.
Phil nodded desperately and followed the hunched but determined figure in front of him into the village step by step.
There were no setbacks along the way and the three of them returned to the house safely.
The old man relit the candle, slowly moved the boy on his back to the bed, and dried him.
"Pete, Pete..."
He called out softly, trying to wake the boy up, but no matter how he called, patted his face, and shook his body, there was no sign of him waking up.
The old man frowned and moved the candlestick closer. Suddenly, he found that Pete's lips were a little purple and his face did not look very healthy.
The purple lips opened and closed as if asking for help.
A disease that has never been seen before.
A moment later, a pipe was lit in another corner of the room. When all other methods failed, the old man used this method to numb his brain and force himself to calm down.
My poor child is still struggling in the nightmare, and I can't do anything about it.
"I feel guilty towards your parents..."
Panic crept into my heart.
Boom boom boom…
Just as the old man sighed again, there was a knock on the door.
"Hello, is anyone there?!"
The energetic voice unique to young people sounded outside the door.
It was a strange voice, not the voice of anyone in the village.
The old man didn't respond, but just put out his pipe and put it aside, then stretched out his hand to stop Phil who was about to go to the door.
He walked silently to the window and looked out at an angle.
I saw two young men in cloaks standing at the door, huddled up, looking quite embarrassed.
"Can we go in and get out of the rain?"
"Please, the weather is so bad, we can pay!"
Crunch.
The door opened a crack.
The old man did not let the two people in immediately.
"You look like one of those sneaky wilderness rangers."
"Rangers? We are indeed rangers, but please believe that we act in an upright manner."
The old man could not deny it, but continued to ask: "I have never seen you, where are you from?"
"Roadside Fort."
One of them replied: "We are from Roadside Fort, and we are trainee rangers of Roadside Fort."
"Roadside Fort?"
The old man thought for a while and said, "I heard that the leather coat the village chief was wearing was bought from the caravan in the roadside castle when he went to visit relatives in Bree Town last month."
"Come in."
"Thank you very much!" The two young men bowed to the old man one after another before walking into the house.
The room was not big, but it was very cozy, with a stove that was still emitting heat, a few familiar square wool blankets, a motionless rocking chair, and a burning candlestick on the oak table.
"Please forgive us for disturbing you. This is the only place in the village where you can see light. We were attracted here unconsciously."
Understood.
The old man nodded.
Next time I'll turn off the engine as soon as it gets dark, and I promise you won't disturb me.
The two naive young people had no idea what the old man was thinking. They just said what they were thinking and took the towel handed to them by the little boy Phil and took turns drying their bodies.
"We don't have any extra beds at home. You may have to sleep on a chair or carpet for the night."
"It's okay, we don't mind."
One of the young men waved his hand and took off his cloak, revealing what seemed to be a standard, high-quality steel sword and wooden bow hidden underneath.
"Having a shelter from the wind and rain is better than anything else."
(End of this chapter)
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