"There is less food in the forest. We'll have more when we get back to town." Loran Hill explained, then looked at the girl carefully.
Compared to Loran Hill himself, who looked 17 years old, this girl looked even younger, probably only about 15-16 years old, about the same age as Ye Ling, although that little girl was actually more than 15 years old.
"What's your name? My name is Messia, and I'm passing through here on a mission."
"My name is Xia...Lottie...just call me Lottie." The girl with light pink hair answered.
Although she knew that this might not be her real name, Loran Hill didn't care. It was normal to be vigilant when going out, as she herself also used a pseudonym.
"Are you here to carry out a mission too?" Seeing that she had almost recovered, Loran Hill gradually loosened his hand, stood up, sat on the tree stump on the other side, and asked in a low voice.
"Yes, because I heard that you can make some money here." Lottie nodded, then looked at the fire beside her and stopped talking.
The two people beside the campfire fell into silence. At this time, a small black and white animal came out from the grass nearby.
The sudden sound startled the girl, and her hand unconsciously reached for the hilt of the sword, but only then did she realize that the sword was not with her.
"Don't be afraid, this is a friend I met recently."
Loran Hill's gentle voice was heard again, and then she bent down, touched the black and white raccoon's head, and then took out the branch it was holding, on which there were still some berries left.
"Would you like some more?" Loran Hill picked the fruits, wiped them clean with a handkerchief, spread them out in his palm, and handed them to the uneasy girl.
On a gray night, the swordswoman girl beside the campfire, her cheeks flickering in the firelight, giving people a gentle and warm feeling.
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