"For things you don't understand, it's not for you to meddle and try to solve the problem." - I found this sentence very useful, so I jotted it down in my diary.

Led by Wolfrang, we dashed through the streets. Besides the three of us, there were horse caretakers leading six horses, farmers carrying baskets of vegetables, women holding baskets of fruits... This scene reminded me of evacuations, the kind where people flee to avoid typhoons or floods.

My mood was influenced by the environment around me, and I became nervous. I wasn't holding my wife's hand, and in the chaotic crowd, I started to feel an unknown sense of fear.

As we were running, we passed by the big clock that Simmon often hit, and it was here that we separated from the crowd and Simmon joined us. Previously, I was always able to keep a clear mind, but this time, I couldn't remain calm and analyze the situation because I knew nothing about this sudden chaos.

A few minutes later, Wolfrang stopped in front of an ordinary house. As I was catching my breath, I reached out to push open the door. Simmon stopped me and pointed to Wolfrang, who was currently crouching on the ground.

"Don't move."

Wolfrang's claws traced along the wall, as if searching for something.

"Here it is."

As his claws entered a gap between the stone wall and the ground, the house made continuous noises, and the thick wooden door without a handle swung open. Stepping into the house, there didn't seem to be anything unusual, but this small hut was made of bricks and was definitely sturdier than a wooden house. It could withstand at least a typhoon without being blown away.

But I still had no understanding of the situation. Wolfrang then pushed aside the stone stove in the house. The strength of a werewolf was incredible, and that rectangular stone stove probably weighed around three hundred pounds.

Under the stone stove was a tunnel with stairs. I had no idea where it led to, but Simmon waved his hand, urging us to follow him quickly.

"Wolfrang, are you..."

"I'll stay here."

"Why?"

"You'll find out. Besides, look..."

Wolfrang measured the width of the tunnel entrance and then compared it to his own size. He chuckled. But in that smile, I couldn't sense ease. Amidst the black-gray fur, his wolf-like pupils contained a resolute determination that didn't belong to a wolf.

I grabbed my wife's hand without hesitation and walked down the tunnel. Wolfrang pushed the stone stove back into place, and the whole tunnel became pitch black. Though Medusa had excellent night vision, going downstairs was difficult for her, unlike me.

"There's only one way."

"Okay..."

Simmon gave us instructions. The dark tunnel was very narrow, only allowing one person to pass at a time. My wife placed her hand on my shoulder from behind to maintain balance. The tunnel wasn't long, and although we walked for quite a while, I habitually counted the number of steps we took. After going downstairs, there were around four hundred steps in total. Since there were no reference points in the tunnel, this was a way to confirm the distance.

At the end of the tunnel was a door. Simmon knocked five times, and candlelight poured in through the gradually widening gap of the door.

Inside the room were two familiar faces - Park and Leya. Besides these two faces, I also saw thousands, even tens of thousands, of gold coins. These coins, illuminated by the candlelight, revealed eerie smiling faces hidden in the shadows...

"What is this..."

"Take a seat."

Simmon ordered emotionlessly, and I saw a few old chairs leaning against the basement wall.

"What's going on? Why are we..."

I couldn't wait and broke the silence, but the three of them exchanged glances with no intention of explaining to me. The enthusiastic group from yesterday now all wore poker faces, which made me cautious. I looked at my wife, gesturing for her to be prepared for conflict.

After observing the construction of this basement for a bit, although it was simple, it was very sturdy. The entire ceiling was made of stone slabs, supported by thick wooden beams. Besides the faint smoke from burning candles, the air carried the musty and stale smell unique to basements.

"Let him see."

"No."

"He'll know eventually.""......"

The first to speak among the three was Leya, while Park expressed his dissatisfaction with Leya's suggestion, and I was only interested in what they wanted me to see.

Rough hands dug away a lot of soil along the edge of the shack's roof, revealing a narrow gap. Because the gap was high, I had to stand on a chair to see outside through the gap.

But before I could see anything, the sounds reached my ears.

The neighing of horses, the curses of men, the cries of women, the sound of unknown objects colliding and rubbing...

I didn't want to see, but I had to see.

A woman knelt on the ground in the distance, with a wooden basket next to her that had been trampled to pieces by boots. Vegetables were scattered all over the ground. I couldn't hear their conversation, but I could hear the woman's sobbing. Then, a man was brought over, who looked like the farmer from this morning, but his jacket was nowhere to be found...

The people who brought the farmer over were wearing blue and white uniforms, each carrying a rifle, resembling soldiers in the army. The soldiers repeatedly knocked the farmer down, and the farmer tried to stand up again and again. Then the boots turned into rifle butts, and various forms of violence were inflicted upon him in turns. The farmer repeatedly bowed his back, repeatedly beaten down to the ground.

The farmer, covered in dirt, became slower and slower in his movements, unable to muster the strength to struggle properly. Then, the soldiers brought a horse, yes, a horse.

The heavy-toothed horse stepped on the farmer, and the body under the horse's hooves curled up like a shrimp. After the horse stepped over the farmer's body, I could no longer see his movements, only some squirming of his body...

The woman's cries grew louder, and the soldiers laughed and shouted, like devils wearing blue and white human skin. Then gunshots rang out, and the devils continued firing into the air, adding to the festive atmosphere of this cruel festival. The poor woman was frightened into silence and shrunk against the wall.

Then the devils pounced on the woman...

"Bam!"

Park grabbed me and slammed me back onto the chair.

"Let me go!"

I tightly held the revolver he had given me.

"No."

Park stared at me, and I was pinned to the chair, unable to move.

"Husband!"

"Mrs. Raul..."

My wife had just stood up from her chair when Simmon almost instantly pointed the rifle he carried with him at her head.

At this distance, in this space, even with petrification magic, Uncle Simmon's marksmanship would not falter, and there was also the unstable factor of the succubus.

"Why? Why won't you let me go!"

"We don't need a second Cleveray!"

Park said firmly.

"Why...give me this gun?"

"With this gun, you won't become Cleveray." Simmon lifted the gun barrel and sat back in his chair, saying softly, "Cleveray is already dead."

"Yes, he's already dead."

Leya repeated, and I understood what she meant. Cleveray was the human she once loved.

Even in this other world, can't I be a hero who helps others when they are in trouble?

Yeah, shouldn't I wake up from these hero dreams?

"And what about the gold coins?"

"These are the last things the black market has... Besides Night Fall Town, we only have these left..."

"Wolfrang..."

"He's fine."

I grabbed my wife's hand, only then could my mood calm down slightly.

"Why don't you... go to war with them..."

"There are many people in the kingdom, more than these gold coins..."

"Is that so..."

I stopped asking, my mind filled with soldiers who were a hundred times more brutal than city management officers, and the residents who cried out for help.

...

The most painful silence ended, and when I returned to the surface again, everything became exceptionally desolate. Similar scenes to what I saw in the basement were happening in various areas of Night Fall Town. The only thing that could lift my spirits was that Wolfrang was still alive and well.I found the farmer and his wife that I saw in the basement. The farmer was not dead and was sitting against the wall, supported by someone. There were many broken glass shards on the floor from the soldiers' gunfire. When the farmer saw Wolfrang and us, he actually waved his hand.

"Cough, Wolfrang, you're okay, hahaha...and Mr. Raul..."

"Johann, are you all right?"

Wolfrang crouched down to examine the injuries of the farmer named Johann.

"I'm...I'm fine. As long as you guys are safe...hey, hehe..."

The farmer laughed, blood mixed with saliva dribbling out of his mouth, missing several teeth.

I knelt in front of the farmer, tears dropping onto my glasses incessantly.

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry..."

I covered my mouth, repeating a simple word that could never adequately express my feelings.