Chapter 192 Heavy Rain

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it’s spring and autumn again.

A white light streaked across the sky, lighting up the thick clouds for a moment.

Boom!

Thunder followed.

Crash--

The pouring rain accompanied by the strong wind whipped hard to the ground like a whip, trying again and again to bend the new green buds and smash them back into the muddy ground.

This long-simmering storm finally broke out.

Southern Bree region.

An old man walked to the closed window with a candlestick, listened to the noise of raindrops, and looked at the darkness outside, with unconcealed worry on his face.

It was so comfortable to have a shelter from the wind and rain on a rainy day, plus a heater and hot water, and a small rocking chair next to the heater with a blanket on it.

That's how it should be.

"Why haven't these two bastards come back yet?"

The old man muttered in front of the window, frowning.

"I knew it was going to rain and I went out to fool around. When you come back, I will let you know the real use of the belt around my waist..."

He stood in front of the window with a fierce expression and whispered.

The rain is getting heavier.

Until most of the candles on the stage were burned out, there was still no movement outside except for the rain.

The anger on the old man's face gradually faded away, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't stop pacing around the room without stopping for a moment.

"I take back what I just said. As long as you come back now, I will forgive you..."

The candle burned out.

"No, no."

Finally, the old man stopped. He quickly put on his coat and a less absorbent hat, opened the door, and groped forward in the dark night despite heavy raindrops.

"Pete, Phil!"

He shouted on the muddy ground, but his voice was always drowned out by the roaring storm before it could reach far.

"Are you there? Respond to me!!"

He just kept shouting.

At this moment, most people in the village have gone to bed early, and there is no light in the field of vision. The old man can only carefully groping forward in the darkness by using some outlines that he can see in the corner of his vision.

Because of the two names he called, the old man left the warm stove. He walked away from the dark night and walked out of the village to the woods further south.

"They ran this way, I remember..."

At this time, the rain finally stopped being violent at the beginning and became slightly lighter.

This also allows his voice to travel farther.

Even though the voice seemed a little hoarse.

"Pete, Phil—!"

"uncle!!"

It seemed that God was finally willing to take pity on this old man. A crying voice came from the left side of his body. As if a light was lit in the old man's heart, he quickly turned his head and saw two figures struggling in the rain. .

One of them was struggling to step forward through the puddles, and on his back was another child. The child made no movement, and seemed to be asleep, or fainted.

"Phil, what's going on!"

The old man strode over and took the child from the young man named Phil's back.

"I have no idea."

Phil said with a cry: "We were exploring in the woods, and then a black shadow fell on Pete, and then, he couldn't wake up..."

After hearing this, the old man quickly leaned his head on Peter's chest. When his eardrums struggled to catch the trace of heartbeat, he felt a little relieved.

He patted Phil on the shoulder and said:

"Okay, good boy, Peter may just be tired. Now go back with your uncle, wipe off the rain on your body, and bake in front of the stove. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow and everything will be fine."

Seeing the child in front of him almost collapse, the words of reprimand stuck in his throat turned into comfort.

Phil nodded desperately and followed the stooped but resolute figure in front of him step by step towards the village.

There were no twists and turns along the way, and the three of them returned to the house smoothly.

The old man relit the candlestick, slowly moved the boy on his back to the bed, and dried him.

"Pete, Pete..."

He called softly, trying to wake the boy up, but no matter how he called, slapped his face and shook his body, there was no sign of him waking up.

The old man frowned and brought the candlestick closer. Suddenly, he found that Peter's lips were a little purple and his complexion was not very healthy.

The purple lips opened and closed, as if asking for help.

Disease, a disease that has never been seen before.

After a while, the pipe was lit in another corner of the room. When all methods failed, the old man only used this method to numb his brain and force himself to calm down.

My poor child is still struggling with the nightmare, but I am helpless.

"I'm ashamed of your parents..."

Fear creeps into my heart.

Dong Dong Dong…

Just when the old man sighed again, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Hello, is anyone there!?"

The unique energetic voice of 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. He just put out his pipe and put it aside. He stretched out his hand to stop Phil who was about to go to the door.

He walked quietly to the window and looked out sideways.

I saw two young men in cloaks standing huddled at the door, looking quite embarrassed.

"Can you let us go in and get out of the rain?"

"Please, the weather is too bad, we can pay!"

Creaky.

The door opened a crack.

The old man did not let the two in immediately.

"You look like those sneaky wilderness rangers."

"Rangers? We are indeed rangers, but please believe that we are absolutely honest."

The old man could not deny it, but continued to ask: "I have never seen you, where are you from?"

"Roadside Castle."

One of them replied: "We are from Roadside Castle, and we are trainee rangers of Roadside Castle."

"Roadside Castle?"

The old man thought for a while and said: "I heard that the leather coat on the village chief was bought from the caravan of Roadside Castle when he went to visit relatives in Bree Town last month."

"Come in."

"Thank you very much!" The two young men saluted the old man one after another, and then walked into the house.

The house is not big, but it is very warm. There is a stove that is 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 the light. We were attracted here unconsciously."

I understand.

The old man nodded.

Next time, I will turn off the engine as soon as it gets dark. I promise you won't disturb me.

The two innocent young men didn't know what the old man was thinking. They just said what they thought and took the towel handed over 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 one 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 steel sword and wooden bow.

"Having a place to shelter from the wind and rain is better than anything else."