�Is it a loser?�How did you get here?�

�It is the way home.�If you just let go, we will leave quietly.�

�Where is your hometown?�

�Tormia.�

The corner of the woman�s mouth went up coldly.

�Good.�I still have a place to return to.�Say goodbye and leave.�We will use it for our food.�

Horses were Lian and Sirone�s food.

�I can�t.�Again, I don�t want to fight.�You guys are not thieves either.�

�thief?�

The woman was offended.

�Seeing that you have a small conscience, I can see how you survived.�Did you, before, do it right?�

From her point of view, Lian and Sirone were in their early twenties at the most.

�I don�t know because you�re a high noble, but the justice you cried out for is already dead.�If you don�t speak up���

Rian didn�t even reveal his intent to kill, but the woman�s throat would be cut if she crossed a certain line.

�Give me.�

Sirone opened his mouth.

�Just give it away, Lian.�

�Sirone.�

�I don�t want to argue with anyone.�

Sirone needed time to think.

�Huh, as expected, the young master is quick-witted.�Yes, it is a life saved, but I cannot throw it away here.�

Ryan suggested.

�I�ll pass the horse, so pass me some meat.�Can you do that much?�

�A little meat?�crazy guy�Even a handful of burnt seeds is the weight of life here.�By the way, do you want meat?��She turned around and said she was a woman.

�The horse will be slaughtered and dried.�Follow me.�We�ll treat you to a bowl of porridge for us to eat.�

Since he had to eat something for now, Lian got off the horse and carried Sirone on his back.

The place they arrived at was a temporary shelter divided by building rubble and a bonfire was burning.

100 survivors were doing their own thing, such as repairing the camp or cooking porridge.

The wood burning area was warm, but Sirone insisted on a cold corner.

�Are these all survivors?��The woman laughed bitterly. JrNovels.com