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Ron often heard others say that elves don't trust humans. Today, he truly witnessed it.

However, to be honest, it's understandable that elves don't trust humans. After all, humans have done too many bad things themselves.

Just like this one in front of him. A delicate and beautiful woman was cheated of all her property by some bastard on the second day after she came to the human continent.

Ron really wanted to know how that jerk could do such a thing. The most hateful thing is that he cheated money and was carefree, but he himself had to bear the consequences for him.

"These damn liars should all go to hell! I wish your whole family..." Ron silently cursed all the liars in the world in his heart.

After cursing the eighteen ancestors of liars, Ron felt much better. Only then did he have time to solve Freyr's worries.

"Miss Freyr, please don't have too many doubts. Whether it's coffee or clothes, they are all insignificant things. You can take them with confidence. Even if you don't want to be friends with me, it's still the same."

"I am very sorry for the deception humans have done to you. But please believe Miss Freyr that those liars are only a very small part of the human group. Most humans are kind and honest."

Freyr said doubtfully: "But what my teacher said is exactly the opposite of what you said. She said that nine out of ten humans are liars, and the other one just hasn't been born yet."

"She also said that a human lies 80,000 times on average in a lifetime!"

Hearing this, Ron couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Secretly sighing in his heart: Your teacher is really perceptive. There is even data to support it. How can I increase this little girl's favorability?

"Okay! If you really mind these things, of course I won't force you. Please tell me the news you want to say. Let's consider it an exchange!"

Seeing Ron agree, Freyr patted her chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said slowly: "Before telling you this news, I want to ask Lord Ron first. Are you with the humans who were massacred here last time?"

"You witnessed the last massacre?" Ron was greatly shocked.

"Yes!" Freyr nodded: "Dozens of humans also came here half a year ago and built a territory here. But not long after, they were massacred by a knight. That person has at least the strength of Gold Rank 7. And, I know..."

"What?" Ron interrupted Freyr before she could finish speaking: "You said that person, not those people. Do you mean that only one person came here? Am I understanding correctly?"

"You are very strange!" Freyr looked at Ron curiously: "Shouldn't you be concerned about the other party's strength of Gold Rank 7? Why are you instead concerned about how many people there are on the other side?"

"Of course I care about his strength. However, now I care more about the number of people on the other side."

"If there is only one person on the other side, then we may be in danger now." Ron said anxiously.

The reason why Ron was so anxious was that he clearly remembered that during the voyage, he asked the survivor Naril about the territory being attacked.

Naril clearly told him that a group of masked bandits had attacked the territory.

Although due to the chaos, the specific number was not clear, but there were at least no less than fifteen people.

But the meaning in Freyr's words was obviously only one person.

That is to say, one of Naril and Freyr is lying.

As far as Ron is concerned, he definitely trusts the latter more because she has no vested interests.

"Please tell me, is there only one person who came here?"

Although Freyr didn't know why Ron suddenly became so panicked, she could see Ron's anxiety. She nodded and said:

"Yes! One person."

"To be exact, it was one person and one horse. They rushed into the station at midnight. In just five minutes, they killed everyone. However, he seemed to deliberately let one person go."

Hearing this, Ron and Christie's expressions both changed greatly.

Ron looked at Christie and asked thoughtfully: "Has Naril done anything strange recently?"

"No!" After thinking hard, Christie shook her head: "However, I remember one thing! I remember at the beginning, I wanted to stack the collected firewood on the deck. This way, it won't cause a fire and is relatively safe.

But Naril told me that there are still many empty rooms in the cabin. It's better to stack them in the cabin. This way, when it snows, it will be much more convenient to get firewood and there is no need to go to the deck to be blown by the wind.

I think it makes sense. As long as fire prevention is done well, there is no problem. So I agreed."

At this moment, Ron understood what Naril was up to!

"Sorry, Miss Freyr, I may have to deal with some things first. Otherwise, I'm worried that I will have to sleep in the wild!"

"Excuse me for now! Christie, you accompany the guest here. I'll be back soon!"

Saying that, Ron suppressed his anger and pretended to be calm as he walked towards the door.

On the way, he casually waved his hand.

With a "whoosh", Champion's Glory on the desk flew out of the scabbard automatically like a bird and landed steadily in his hand.

Of course, Ron's showing off his skills like this was not to deal with Naril.

With Naril's little strength, Ron could crush him to death with one finger. There was no need to use a sword.

The reason for performing retrieving the sword from a distance was just like a drunkard's intention is not on the wine. What he cared about was Freyr.

As the saying goes: Having many friends makes the road easier.

But in fact, only when you walk the road well will you have many friends.

Ron deliberately showed his strength just to have more friends.

Sure enough.

When Freyr saw retrieving the sword from a distance, she was greatly shocked and blurted out: "Emissary of the Sword? You are a great sword saint!"

Hearing this exclamation, Ron didn't respond. Instead, he held the sword and quickly went out.

After going out, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Ron thought that his goal had been achieved, so he hurried to Naril's room to find him.

Naril's room was shared by three wilderness experts.

The reason for having the three people squeeze together was not that there weren't enough rooms, but that there weren't enough thermal insulation blankets. And Christie hoped that they would watch each other light the stove to prevent fires.

But when Ron arrived at the room, he found that all three people were gone.

Just when he was worried that Naril was up to no good, he suddenly remembered that it was mealtime. He guessed that several people were probably in the cafeteria.

He slightly exerted his perception to confirm. Sure enough, he hurried to the cafeteria again with his sword.

When Ron arrived at the cafeteria, he found Naril eating delicious grilled fish.

Thinking that he had ulterior motives but was still enjoying delicious food, his anger immediately rose.

Without saying a word, he rushed in front of him and slapped him.

"Slap!"

Naril was immediately slapped dizzy and fell to the ground.

"Damn it, who..." Naril came to his senses and was about to curse. When he found that it was Ron who hit him, he immediately put on a smiling face: "R...on...Lord Ron, what did I do wrong?"

Ron didn't answer. Instead, he asked Thorin and Boleyn to tie up Naril with ropes.

Although the other two were confused, they still acted according to Ron's words. In a short while, they tied Naril up like a zongzi.

Only then did Ron take a chair and sit in front of Naril.

"Tell me! What's the relationship between the person who attacked the territory last time and you?"