So What Year Is It Now?

What are you going to do?

Seeing that the other person was about to pour the bottle into his childhood friend's mouth without any regard for the consequences, the man became angry and grabbed his arm, questioning what this suddenly appearing boy was up to.

"Save him! What else can I do? If you keep holding my hand like that, your friend will die."

"You!"

"Let him give it a try."

Seeing that there was no better solution at the moment, Lancelot signaled his men to release their grip, wanting to see what was wrong with the boy.

It seems absurd for a complete stranger to suddenly appear before someone and say they want to save a complete stranger; it's perfectly normal for their subordinates to react that way.

If he was holding Healing Potions, then his men might still have a chance to survive. In any case, they should at least keep him alive until they reach the next town and then find Priest to treat him.

If the other party really has some bad intentions...::

He gave the boy a cold look; a long sword was slung across his back, suggesting he was a warrior. But at this distance, regardless of any tricks or schemes the boy might have, Lancelot was confident he could easily kill him.

An orange liquid, unlike anything they had ever seen before, flowed from the bottle, slowly trickling into the injured man's mouth.

But this Potion seemed very precious to the boy, and as he watched the liquid slowly leak out, a look of pain appeared on his face.

Not long after, he stood the bottle upright and put the stopper back in, clearly leaving some inside.

"Is this enough to save someone?"

Lancelot was also a bit confused. The other party said they wanted to save people, but they wouldn't even share a single bottle of potion with someone else. What was going on?

"Hey, this is more than enough. I wouldn't have taken this out if he wasn't dying."

The boy waved his hand dismissively, giving the man a "you got the better deal and are still complaining" look, which infuriated him even more. He couldn't understand where this kid got his confidence from. "If he drank your medicine..." Lancelot was about to say something when suddenly, Frog's scream came from afar. "Damn it! Lancelot, didn't you say you'd taken care of everything? What is this thing?!"

Frog was yelling and running towards them, and behind him followed a tiger-shaped monster much smaller than the ones they had just killed—about two-thirds the size. But to Frog, this was no different from death itself.

How come I have absolutely no recollection of this one? Did it just stay hidden in the roadside bushes and not come out at all?

Lancelot cursed under his breath, not expecting there to be such a hidden culprit. He drew his Silver Sword and charged forward.

"Waaaah! Don't cut me! Don't cut me!"

Seeing Frog yelling and making such a scene, completely losing his composure, he felt a sense of helplessness. This guy... he's not actually that scared, is he...? He just has to put on this silly act...

Although Frog was completely inept at combat, he was quite adept at escaping. He chased the caravan from the head to the middle without managing to catch him. Several times, his claws grazed Frog's clothes, narrowly avoiding him.

Suddenly, Frog tripped over a stone and rolled on the ground with a thud. Seeing this, the monster immediately thought its chance had come and pounced without hesitation. Unexpectedly, Lancelot was coming straight at it, slit its throat with a sword, leaving it no chance to resist.

Gradually, like the monsters that had been dealt with before, it turned into Mana Particles and dissipated into the air.

Hu Lancelot glanced at Frog was getting up from the ground like a wolf-fox, with the look of a parent looking at their disappointing child. "How about I teach you how to use a sword? You have no self-defense skills at all, it really makes me uneasy. I can't expect to wait outside every time you go to the toilet."

"No, you know I can't even lift a longsword."

Frog dusted himself off, shrugged, and spread his hands in front of Lancelot.

"How about learning short sword? You can surely handle a short sword, right?"

"Please spare me, Lancelot. I hate fighting, and besides, I have you by my side."

As he spoke, he cheekily nudged Lancelot with his elbow, acting like a close buddy who could talk about anything and drink together, completely unlike an employer or businessman.

That's it... I really don't understand you...

Lancelot sighed. "There's a strange lad coming over there. Since you have such a good eye for people, why don't you go and meet him?"

"Strange kid? No wonder you haven't come back yet, so you like this kind of thing."

... Should I not have saved you just now...?

Frog chuckled twice, then walked with him toward the area where the crowd had gathered.

"So what? Didn't you say this medicine could save him?"

Seeing that his childhood friend still hadn't opened his eyes after drinking the boy's medicine, the man became anxious and reached out to grab the other's collar.

He was quite burly, and due to years of training, his arms were among the thickest of adults. Just looking at them, he exuded power. In comparison, the boy could be described as "slender." Yet, this strong man was easily restrained by the boy in front of him, unable to move, let alone grab his collar.

This shocked him and those around him.

"What kind of temper is this? I told him he could live, and he could live. Maybe he didn't take enough medicine and that's why he's not waking up so quickly."

His tone was impatient, clearly indicating his dissatisfaction with the man's actions.

"Kefa, take your hand back."

Frog's voice came from the crowd, and then he followed Lancelot to the three of them.

After seeing Lancelot make his move, everyone stopped worrying about the caravan leader. They all knew that with him involved, Frog wouldn't be in any danger, so no one was particularly nervous about what had just happened.

"Young man, where did you come from? How did you suddenly appear here?"

After seeing that both Kefa and the boy had withdrawn their hands, Frog asked the boy with great interest.

Actually, I'm also very curious about this question now...

The boy scratched his hair in annoyance, making a sour face.

"However, to figure this out, I need to ask you something else."

"Um?"

Frog was taken aback. He hadn't expected that after asking just two questions, he would end up being the one being asked, "What time is it now? I mean... what year?"