Lying on the bed upstairs in the bar, I placed my revolver in the drawer of the bedside table. My wife was eating, devouring so much food that it wouldn't take her any longer than eating fifty pounds of raw meat.

Watching her wolf down the food without using utensils, I recalled the story Park had told me earlier in the day.

"Kleifray is a good man, a very good man."

As I listened to the craftsman's narrative, I had a faint feeling that Kleifray's story would be a tragedy. It wasn't a good sign to be labelled a good person from the beginning.

Park's voice was as muffled as an old-style bellows, but his speech was slow, and my wife and I listened quietly.

When Kleifray was young, he was a black market dealer. Later, he settled in Night Fall Town. At the time Park met him, Park himself was still young, and according to Park's own account, he was a handsome young man, just like me now.

Later, Kleifray transitioned from a black market dealer to a hunter. I deduced the meaning of "hunter" solely from Park's description. He went out every day and returned with various animals shot by his gun. That's what a hunter does.

Another interesting thing is that the word "hunting" my wife taught me and the word Park mentioned have different pronunciations. As for the difference between the two words, I think one means hunting and the other means shooting game.

At that time, Night Fall Town wasn't as developed as it is now, and meat was scarce. People mostly ate oats produced in the eastern fields and vegetables grown in the surrounding vegetable gardens. Therefore, hunting became a very popular activity, but it wasn't fruitful every day, and it also had its risks.

However, Kleifray was different. He had a successful hunt every time. It wasn't just luck; it required great skill. In addition, Kleifray always shared the meat with families that had many children or were living in poor conditions, free of charge. Over time, everyone naturally developed a great deal of respect for this old hunter, and other hunters were willing to go hunting with Kleifray.

Later, the old hunter likely realized that he was getting old and began focusing on long-term development. He started experimenting with breeding animals like canine horses and large sheep. It was at that time that Night Fall Town welcomed hope, a genuine hope for a better future.

And that gun was the first and last weapon the old hunter commissioned the craftsman to make.

I think back then, Kleifray thought about many things, including the development of Night Fall Town and the possible crises it might face, including defending their homes.

"Our relationship with the kingdom... Let's just say it's 'not good', shall we?"

I didn't understand what Park meant, and Park didn't explain much further, only describing it as "not good".

The old hunter chose to protect Night Fall Town between surviving and protecting Night Fall Town.

The latter part of the story abruptly ended in Park's account, and the part I was most looking forward to was casually dismissed with "Kleifray died in battle for this place."

How did he die in battle?! Who was he fighting against? The kingdom?

How did he fight? With magic or with a gun?

I didn't want to know how the old hunter came to be; I wanted to know how he perished!

Although I was eager to hear the story of that battle, Park didn't say another word about it. I didn't press him, but my wife seemed to be enjoying it, probably focusing on eating the meat...

Then Park demonstrated how to use the revolver. This gun, which appeared advanced, was actually not that advanced. The loading method still involved pouring gunpowder first and then placing the bullets, and finally securing it with a small silver button - the oldest type of cap-and-ball revolver.

But this gun had an overwhelming advantage - firepower. It was needless to say which gun was stronger: one that could fire five bullets continuously or one that could only fire one bullet at a time.

"You can have it."

"Huh? Give it to me?"

"You need it more than anyone else, right?"

Park grinned, revealing his crooked, yellow teeth.

"Oh, by the way, do you want to drink tonight?""No, no, I won't drink..."

Let's forget about drinking alcohol. If I accept someone's gift, I'll have to toast them three times to show my gratitude...

I still haven't quite figured out my wife's eating habits. Maybe it's not that I don't understand them, but rather that she has been influenced by me due to the time we have spent together. I know it may be better for her to maintain her own racial habits, but I just like to feed her! Here, I can shamelessly do things that would typically be considered embarrassing, and I must do enough of them!

Ahem, let's think about that old hunter from Night Fall Town. In my opinion, Clover's story is great, regardless of its level of truth. At least he is a fighter among hunters. I also discovered something that Park may have wanted to conceal - his ability to manufacture advanced weapons such as revolvers.

Throughout the narrative, Park told many stories about that old hunter, but he only admitted that he was the maker of the revolver. So, what he may be trying to express is that the gun belongs to Clover, and Clover is a great man. Thus, this simple revolver is burdened with a heavy mission and sense of responsibility by this story.

I took out the gun again and touched its edges. A strange feeling surged within me.

"Wife, what do you think our future will be like?"

"The future?"

"Yes... what things will we do? Who will we meet?"

"In the future, it will be just like now!"

"Like now, peaceful and happy?"

"Yes, peaceful, happy, and I love you!"

"Haha, yes, and I love you too."

I wiped the food off the corners of her mouth, my wife is so optimistic. Unconsciously, this optimism has become my pillar of strength.

"Oh, speaking of which, will it always be sunny in the future?"

"That's not possible, right?"

"Do I look like sunshine to you?"

"You're so silly."

My wife licked my forehead playfully, is this considered flirting?

Since we were all in high spirits, we decided to stay another night. Although Mr. Simmon and Wolfrang said there was no need to pay for the room and meal, I still gave them five gold coins. After all, they are in the business, and they should have a paying guest. Plus, my wife ate so much...

We were like newly hired employees who just got five days of vacation and spent our savings without a care, all for the sake of sweetness and joy.

But life is full of unknowns. You never know what will happen tomorrow, or even what will happen in a few hours. While we were entangled in bed, struggling with passion, I never imagined what kind of crisis awaited us when the sun rose the next day.

...

"Raul, come quick! Hurry!!"

I was woken up by Wolfrang, and my wife was woken up by me.

"What's going on?!"

"Hurry, Mr. Raul!"

"What's happening!!"

Even if he's a werewolf, I can tell from his extremely nervous expression. And judging by the way he threw our clothes at us, this probably isn't a joke.

"Husband, what's going on..."

"Wolfrang, what's happening?!"

"xxxxxxxxx!"

"Oh god... I can't understand what you're saying!"

The Chinese language burst out again, and I hate myself for not having a Doraemon by my side. It's early in the morning, and I'm desperate, while Wolfrang is frantic.

"Wife, did you understand?"

"Huh?..."

Okay, my wife just woke up and she's still half asleep.

"Hurry, we don't have time!"

"I know, I know, but we need to put on clothes!"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

I haven't even put on my shirt yet, and Wolfrang directly throws his suit onto me, pulling me outside. My wife, with her few clothes on, quickly dresses and follows us out the door.

"Wait, the stairs."

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

"Both of you..."

I didn't care about my physical condition anymore and rushed downstairs while carrying her, bumping into things along the way. Comrade Lao, if this turns out to be a prank, I'll definitely seek compensation for emotional distress.

But when we reached the streets of Night Fall Town, I finally noticed the sound of bells ringing intermittently, a sound that reminded me of a black and white movie - "Underground War."