My job list is full of alien girls.

Chapter 14: Rhodes is dangerous when there is no danger.

"Okay, okay..."

The old village chief wiped his face, hastily wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and stood up shakily.

The way he looked at Rhodes completely changed; his previous wariness and hostility turned into gratitude and awe.

"Lord Hiro, and everyone else... thank you so much!"

He bowed deeply to Rhodes, then nodded repeatedly to Don Quixote and Susanna, saying, "If it weren't for you, our village would have been ravaged by those three beasts for who knows how long."

He looked at the three familiar weapons on the table. His life had been threatened by them at close range. Now, seeing them again, only to learn that his enemy was dead, how could he not sigh?

"These are things we should do!" Don Quixote declared loudly, head held high. "To help the weak and punish the strong is the duty of a knight!"

"Did you do it? Just say so!" Milan couldn't help but sneer.

The old village chief smiled, his gaze falling on the pile of weapons he had taken from John and his companions at Rod's feet. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke:

"Lord Hiro, I wonder if you could sell us these weapons?"

"Hmm?" Rod asked, puzzled.

"We want to leave these in the village as souvenirs to warn future generations," the old village chief paused, "Besides, our village doesn't have any decent self-defense equipment. With these, we might be able to fight back if we encounter bad guys again."

Rhodes looked down at the ordinary weapons, among which only John's greatsword had any value, but unfortunately it showed obvious signs of aging and multiple repairs.

These weapons wouldn't fetch much money even if sold to a blacksmith, and it would be too much trouble to carry them back myself. It's better to sell them locally for cash.

As for its commemorative value, Rod didn't care.

"Two silver coins?" Rhodes estimated the price.

Seeing that he didn't make an exorbitant demand, the old village chief breathed a sigh of relief, then asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Also... could you tell us where those three animals died?"

As he finished speaking, his voice became tinged with hatred, clearly indicating that he had no intention of letting them off so easily.

"I buried the body on the spot, but I'm not sure if it's still there." He thought for a moment and added, "The place smells of blood, so it might have been dug up and eaten by wild beasts or monsters by now."

Upon hearing this, the old village chief was first taken aback, then his face broke into a mixture of tears and laughter, repeatedly muttering, "Good! Good! Good!"

"Good riddance to them being eaten by wild beasts! They deserve it! This is what happens to them for all their evil deeds!" He laughed until tears streamed down his face, slapping his thigh as he spoke.

Seeing the old village chief's delighted expression, Don Quixote also burst into laughter, and Susanna breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a relieved smile.

The old village chief laughed for a while before calming down. He wiped his eyes and said warmly to Rhodes and the others, "Lord Hiro, how could we let you stay in such a shabby place? Come on, come to my house! I have clean beds and a hot dinner!"

"If you don't mind, we'll make room for you in the best room in the village!"

The attitude towards him underwent a complete 180-degree change. Milan, who was standing next to him, nodded in satisfaction and was about to agree when Rod suddenly fell silent.

He turned to look at the corner of the wall, where the broom that Milan had cast a spell on was still diligently sweeping the floor, even cleaning the dust under the table legs, leaving no corner untouched.

"No need," Rhodes shook his head. "I'll stay here."

"?"

Not only were Milan and the others stunned, but Alina in the consciousness space was also stunned.

"Why don't you go?" she asked, puzzled. "The village chief's house is definitely more comfortable than this shabby place!"

"But I want to live in a place that has been cleaned by a magic broom," Rhodes replied seriously.

Alina: "..."

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

After a long while, she sighed, holding her forehead, as if she understood his line of thinking.

Thinking about it carefully, from Rhodes's perspective, it actually makes a lot of sense.

Now that they've moved, Milan certainly won't be so bored as to use magic to sweep the floor for them anymore.

This room has been thoroughly cleaned with a magic broom; you probably won't find another one like it near Misty City.

"Fine, whatever makes you happy."

Alina completely gave up on trying to reason with him.

"Hmm? Does the wandering swordsman wish to stay?"

When Don Quixote heard that Rhodes had decided to stay, she was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became excited.

"I understand, is this your method of ascetic practice?"

She jumped up and down, her armor clanging loudly. "Live in a dilapidated hut, eat coarse grains, hone your will, forge your character! Only through such arduous training can one become a great hero!"

hero?

Upon hearing this word, Rod's eyes lit up.

After all, the pseudonym "Hero" is a homonym for "hero" in his original world.

In his view, the title "wanderer" not only refers to a specific profession that has awakened in this world, but also means "a knight-errant who roams the world without restraint." Acting according to one's heart and taking chivalry as the foundation is exactly how he defines the 【Swift Wind Wanderer】.

Don Quixote continued his rambling: "Back in the day, those legendary heroes all grew up in harsh conditions; they lived in caves, slept in the wilderness, and even stayed in pigsties..."

She rattled off a whole bunch of things, getting more and more excited as she spoke, finally slapping her thigh: "I've decided! I'm going to live here with the Ranger too! And undergo the baptism of ascetic training!"

Milan rolled her eyes, feeling a throbbing pain in her temples.

"Two weirdos," she muttered irritably, then turned and pulled Susanna's arm. "Come on, Susanna, let them train here slowly."

"Huh?" Susanna was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Don Quixote, then at Rhodes.

Don Quixote, that single-minded guy with a head full of adventure stories, made her live under the same roof as Lord Hero...

What if a conflict arises?

What if Lord Hero gets angry because of Don Quixote?

What if... what if Lord Hero is assimilated by Don Quixote's strange words?

The thought that the ethereal and aloof knight-errant before her might turn into Don Quixote sent a chill down Susanna’s spine, and she quickly shook her head.

"No, Lady Milan," she whispered, "I'm worried about the two of them..."

"What's there to worry about?" Milan frowned. "They're not going to eat each other, are they?"

"But..." Susanna bit her lip, then shook her head. "Never mind, I'll stay."

Milan looked at Susanna's determined eyes, then at the excited Don Quixote and the dazed Rhodes, and was so angry that she almost broke her staff, but she disdained to argue with them about such a thing.

"Fine! I'll stay too." She took a deep breath, flicked her sleeves, turned and went into the inner room, slamming her bedroom door shut.

The old village chief pondered for a moment after seeing this, then walked away leaning on his cane.

Before long, the sound of bustling footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate, causing Milan inside the house to frown slightly and walk to the window to look out.

The old village chief walked at the front, followed by a large group of villagers who surrounded their homes.

Everyone was busy, with some carrying firewood and straw to repair their dilapidated houses;

Some carried baskets of vegetables and fruits, while others held wooden trays with smoked meat and freshly baked bread, and some even started cooking over a fire at the doorway with iron pots and wooden basins.

The once quiet house suddenly became lively.

"Quickly, build a campfire!"

"Set up the big pot here, away from the house, so the smoke doesn't bother them!"

"Bring over that half deer leg; we're roasting it today!"

The villagers quickly got to work.

Someone built a simple stove with stones in the middle of the courtyard, placed the largest iron pot on it, and poured in spring water.

Someone lit a bonfire nearby and grilled the skewered meat over it. The grease dripped onto the flames, making a sizzling sound, and the rich aroma of meat quickly filled the air.

Carol, who was previously criticized for bringing outsiders into the village, has now become the darling of the entire village.

Several middle-aged women surrounded her, praising her for being clever and sensible, making up for their previous neglect and scolding.

"Thanks to Carol for bringing those benefactors back, otherwise those three beasts would have been tormenting us for who knows how long!"

Since the falling out, villagers have occasionally seen John's gang roaming around the village, scaring everyone so much that they dare not stray too far from the village when they go hunting.

Carol blushed with embarrassment at the praise, lowered her head and smiled shyly, before being pulled away by the other children to play together.

"Why do you look so different from the other adventurers?"

The children stared wide-eyed at Don Quixote's dashing silver armor.

"Your sword is so cool!"

Don Quixote had never seen anything like this before, and he burst into laughter at the compliment.

But when she thought of the group of children in front of her, she quickly suppressed her smile and put on a serious expression.

"Because we are the future legendary adventurers, the kingdom's chief knight commander, we naturally cannot be like those adventurers who have no dreams."

"Wow, is this the legendary knight?" a child couldn't help but exclaim. "It seems like a legend that only exists in adventure stories."

"That's right." Don Quixote straightened up and performed a standard chivalrous gesture in front of them.

Hearing the exclamations of surprise around him, Don Quixote proudly raised his chin and drew his knight's sword from his waist.

"Look closely! This is the sword of justice we created ourselves!"

With a flick of her wrist, the longsword danced in her hand, gleaming with silver light.

Although the techniques are somewhat flashy and the power is not that great, the moves are cool and the posture is impressive.

The silver armor gleamed in the firelight, and the longsword slashed, creating gusts of wind that whipped up the surrounding grass clippings and fallen leaves, making the children's eyes widen in amazement.

"That's amazing!"

"The adventurer is so handsome!"

"I want to be a knight when I grow up!"

Hearing the children's cheers, Don Quixote became even more excited.

She spun around on the spot and then performed an even more complex sword move, which drew applause from them.

The young priestess, Susanna, watched all of this with a sense of wonder.

Accustomed to the strict rules and regulations of the church, where she had to walk quietly and speak softly, she had never seen such a lively and vibrant scene.

The self-proclaimed aloof mage Milan naturally wouldn't join in. She leaned against the doorframe of the wooden house, arms crossed, coldly observing everything.

His exquisite purple robes and wand clashed starkly with the earthy, smoky atmosphere around him.

A kind-hearted middle-aged woman walked over with a glass of freshly brewed fruit wine and handed it to her somewhat awkwardly.

"Hero, would you like to try some? It's homemade, and it won't make you drunk."

Milan glanced at her, sighed, and then accepted the gift to express her gratitude.

As for Rhodes, it wasn't that no one wanted to come to him, but seeing him sitting there lost in thought, they would bring him some food and then tacitly walk away, not daring to disturb his thoughts.

Rod looked at the large pot not far away, gazing at the bubbling broth inside.

A layer of oil floats on the milky white soup, with chunks of meat and vegetables such as potatoes tumbling inside, emitting an enticing aroma.

He was thinking about something very serious.

Should we add some of our own secret ingredients to that pot of soup?

This broth is so delicious; if you add some devil mushrooms, the flavor would definitely be elevated to another level.

Thinking of this, he took out a small bag containing the devil mushrooms he had picked on the road that day, which he hadn't had time to dry yet.

"What are you doing?!"

Upon seeing this, Alina suddenly emitted a sharp, explosive sound in her consciousness space.

Rhodes's hand froze in mid-air.

"What's wrong?" he asked, puzzled.

"What do you want to do?! You don't want to eat this stuff, do you?" Alina fired off a barrage of deadly questions. "Have you forgotten what I looked like after I ate it yesterday?"

"What's wrong? You seemed fine, didn't you?" Rod asked, puzzled. "You were perfectly alright after you finished eating."

"Something's wrong, something's wrong!" Alina couldn't help but emphasize, "I was so numb I couldn't even speak, how could I be okay?"

"Oh, I've been through that too," Rod comforted her. "You'll get used to it after a few more times."

"?"

Alina was so angry that even while in the realm of consciousness, she wanted to hit him. "You can't just eat this stuff!"

"Do you want the whole village to be paralyzed and unable to get up after eating?"

"Do you want them to have diarrhea for three days?"

"Do you want the old village chief to kick you out as the one who poisoned the fish?"

Alina fired off a barrage of questions.

Rhodes thought for a moment.

It seems a bit troublesome to explain this to the whole village.

"Alright." He sighed regretfully and stuffed the dried devil mushroom back into his pocket.

Prejudice has caused everyone to miss out on the deliciousness of nature.

Alina in her consciousness space let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if she had just fought a tough battle and had actually managed to persuade this guy.

Great.

Once again, they successfully prevented the disaster created by Rhodes.

Even when faced with danger and difficulties, he always gives off a reliable and reassuring feeling...

But as soon as he relaxes, and if you're not careful, this guy will do some unbelievable and terrifying things.

Alina finally understood.

Rhodes is the danger when there is no danger.