He had nothing to fear.
Those Adventurers made no attempt to hide their stares, the lust in their greedy gazes practically spilling out.
"Polly!"
"Didn't I tell you to hide in the house and not come out? What are you doing joining the crowd? Hurry back!"
Noticing the ill-intentioned looks from the Adventurers in front of him, the village chief's already ugly expression grew even more anxious.
He hurriedly pushed into the crowd, shouting angrily as he used his thin, withered hands to shove the blonde girl back toward the village.
Although she lived near River Valley Town, the girl named "Polly" had actually never had any real contact with the Adventurers in town.
Usually, the moment there was the slightest commotion, her family would force her to stay shut inside the house and forbid her from going out.
Now, the Adventurer party that had helped the villagers wipe out the nearby Goblin Nest was right there in the village, and she could no longer suppress the curiosity in her heart. She had secretly slipped out of the house.
Only... they seemed a little different from what she had imagined.
There were no handsome faces like marble, as the Bards described, nor was there any smooth blond hair that reflected the radiance of the sun.
Their bodies were not even as strong as Uncle Jack, who had been carried off by a giant eagle last year.
Uneven yellow-brown rotten teeth, a foul stench from going unwashed for a long time, an arrogant attitude as if they were dealing with servants, and those strange gazes that seemed almost solid, chilling her spine...
At that moment, Polly suddenly remembered the rumors from several nearby villages that Grandpa village chief had deliberately told her before, all to make her obediently stay home.
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