Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 227 Sisters
June of the 49th year of the Golden Calendar, in the northern border, Korros Village.

Different from the vast majority of towns established under the local system of the Golden Dynasty and run by feudal nobles, this border village with a population of less than [-] is considered a real supernumerary place.

Not only is there no dynasty garrison in the village, there is not even a decent golden church to be found. The buildings maintain the strong and ugly fortress style from the Unification War period.

Looking from a distance, all you can see are rough stone bricks that have been frozen into dark black in the extreme cold. The gaps are inlaid with dark blue ice and dry white snow. Whenever the wind blows, only the snow echoes in your ears. The sound of slag scraping against the eaves.

This is Korros, a poor village where the Samir people have lived and multiplied for generations. In this golden age where flowers are cooking in flames, it is just a tiny speck of dust. No one knows when it exists and dies. No one will care at all.

However, it was such a dilapidated and dilapidated village that became one of the few homes of the Samir people after the extremely tragic giant war.

When this group of "victors" who lost two-thirds of their compatriots in the fight with the Flame Giant stood in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, looking around at a loss, they found that the fertile land once promised to them had been included in the territory of the Golden Dynasty. The only difference is that the giant nobles who once oppressed their heads have been replaced by humans. All they can do is swallow their unwillingness and resentment silently in the bone-chilling snow and try their best to survive in the new era.

At least most humans are not as violent as giants. At best, they regard them as despicable and savage aliens, but they will not regard them as food for wanton cooking.

The sky has darkened. In front of a wooden house near the entrance of the village, a girl of about [-] or [-] years old wearing animal skin clothing is wandering anxiously. From time to time, she casts her worried eyes towards the dark path outside the village. She looks pale. His ten fingers were clasped together in front of him, and his overly pressed knuckles had turned black in the cold wind.

"elder sister--"

At this time, another girl who was about one or two years younger than her was carrying a bamboo basket bigger than her. She was running through the thorny path at the entrance of the village with tears in her eyes. She jumped into the girl's arms with a single stride. He whimpered indistinctly: "Sister, I'm sorry. When I came back, I fell on the hillside and accidentally dropped all the potatoes I dug off the cliff. You see, my arms are bleeding-"

"Where, where is it hurt? Let me see!"

The girl hurriedly grabbed the girl's raised arm, and carefully lifted up the patched cuffs with trembling fingers. She saw a golden rune coin slipping out of it, and the girl's skin, except for the slight loss of color due to the long-term cold, Outside, it's still as tender and intact as ever.

"Curalis!" the girl scolded with tears in her eyes, "Do you know how worried I am today? How can you lie to someone about something like this?"

"Hey, I'm sorry, sister," the girl held her head and took two steps away, then apologized with a smile, "I just wanted to give you a surprise!"

"And this, Dangdang - look!"

While she was matching herself with gorgeous sound effects, she magically took out another golden rune from her other sleeve, and said like a treasure: "I picked them all up on the road, a full hundred runes." , use it sparingly, it will be enough for us for half a year!"

The girl took the two gold coins and asked with half surprise and half worry: "They were lost by villagers or passing merchants. Where did you pick them up? Did you wait for them to come back and look for them?"

"No! I found it in the grass in the back mountain away from the driveway. Who would accidentally throw Rune so far away!" Clarisse wrinkled her little nose and assured her. .

"Besides, there was also a half-broken long sword thrown nearby. I guess it was the thieves who set off in the fire and left these stolen goods!"

"You -" the girl glanced at the shadow of the mountains behind the village that looked like giant beasts with lingering fear, touched the girl's hair and said, "I shouldn't have promised you to go out collecting alone. I will accompany you from tomorrow on." "ah?"

"Anyway, I'll go by myself, and you stay and look after the house."

"Oh"

Clarisse reluctantly agreed and followed her sister back into the house. Although she just closed a thin wooden door that leaked air, it seemed to shut out all the wind, frost, rain, and snow.

About a quarter of an hour later, the girl came to the center of the cramped restaurant with a pot of steaming roasted potatoes and a small plate of sea salt. She placed the food on the table and sighed: "Sorry, Clarisse, we probably have to eat more." Two weeks of salt-soaked potatoes, waiting for my sister to mend the batch of clothes on hand."

"I like to eat baked potatoes the most!" Just in the middle of saying it, Clarisse grabbed a potato and took a big bite, burning her tongue until she hissed.

"Eat slowly-"

"Hey, I know, I know."

Just halfway through the simple but warm dinner, there was a knock on the door from outside, and an old voice said outside the door: "Cura La, child, are you at home?"

Clarisse jumped off the chair and ran to open the door, only to see an old man on crutches standing outside the door. Even though he was stooped, he was still over two meters tall.

The old man wears a metal mask made of mithril mixed with cold iron on his waist. His face is almost the same as that of a human being, except that his skin color is paler, and the golden light of blessing flowing in his ice-blue eyes is also obviously weaker. Many, and on his arms and waist, wisps of air mixed with frost wrapped around his body, like a never-ending storm.

"Mr. Village Chief?" Kuralisi greeted him in a daze, still holding the salt to dip the potatoes in one hand.

The old man touched her head lovingly, but when his eyes fell on the black potato, his already dim eyes dimmed visibly.

"Village Chief," on the other side, Crula had already walked out holding a heavy buffalo leather cloak, and handed it to the old man with both hands and said, "Your clothes have been mended, but Aunt Venia and Callister Big Brother’s will have to wait for another day, if you need it urgently.”

"No, we are not in a hurry, child." The old man took the cloak casually, took out a money bag from his arms and stuffed it directly into Kurala's hand, "This is the agreed reward of fifty runes. In a few days Just come back to pick up your clothes when Callister comes back."

"I came today to talk about another thing, a more important thing," he said with a serious expression, "The war between the Neren family and the Albert and Josephs clans in the north is getting more and more intense. , it is estimated that the flames of war will reach us soon."

"Starting from tomorrow, I will organize the knights in the village to lead the young men out to purchase food, and supply it at a low price in the center of the village every evening. You two girls, please do not leave the village at will anymore. Remember? "

"I understand, thank you!" Kurala took her sister's hand and bowed to the old man with her to express her gratitude.

(End of this chapter)