She quickly suppressed her eagerness.
The village was surrounded by a small oasis, lush and green, vastly different from the desert she had seen before.
"Zhu Hua’s house is at the very end of the village. Shall I first take you to my place to put down your things, and then take you there?"
Fan Rou was about to object, but Number Five replied first, "Mm, okay."
Since Number Five had already agreed, Fan Rou couldn’t object and silently followed behind the young man.
The young man’s ho was on the east side of the village, consisting of two or three dilapidated rooms.
When they reached the door, the young man shyly smiled at Fan Rou and Number Five, "It’s just my grandmother and at ho. My parents have gone out to work. You can stay in their room for the night."
Fan Rou looked at the roof tiles, so of which were already at the edge, ready to fall. She couldn’t help it, she pointed at the roof and asked, "Is this safe?"
"It’s fine, don’t worry. It’s not winter now, the wind isn’t strong, and if you’re still worried, just be a little careful."
"Got it, thank you." Just as Fan Rou was about to raise another question, Number Five tugged at her.
The cowshed was on the far right of the house, almost adjoining it. The shabby conditions made Fan Rou frown.
Number Five warned her, "They’ve kindly taken us in, don’t give that attitude."
Despite Number Five’s charming appearance, she was actually an assassin, accustod to hardship. She had slept in a wilderness, let alone a tiled house.
That was directly sleeping in piles of wild grass, fully clothed, always having to be on guard against enemies appearing unexpectedly.
Now having a sheltered roof was so much better.
"I didn’t an it that way, it’s just that the conditions here are tough. Is there any way to improve it a bit?"
"Unless the environnt changes first, it’s not possible. But that’s Young Master Jun Mochan’s matter, don’t concern yourself with it."
This falls under political affairs. Even if Jun Mochan allowed their interference, she wouldn’t bother with it.
It was such a heavy burden, so exhausting that she already felt worn out just completing a mission.
Fortunately, the benefits were generous, and as long as there were no tasks, she could go anywhere as she pleased. Jun Mochan wouldn’t interfere.
This kind of freedom was unparalleled by other organizations, and Jun Mochan was indeed quite good to his subordinates.
Of course, if you betray him, the outco would be tragic.
"True, I should focus on myself for now. Do you think that person might be Lan Shao?" ntioning this, Fan Rou’s tone turned tense.
"We’ll know once we check, but don’t get your hopes up." If it’s him, great. If not, she’d be disappointed.
Fan Rou completely ignored Number Five’s words, "They said he’s currently unconscious. If it really is him, what do we do with such poor dical conditions here?"
"If it’s truly him, there are ways to handle it." They could send a helicopter, it’s not a difficult problem to solve.
Amidst Fan Rou’s random thoughts and gibberish, the young man ca out of the cowshed. He walked up to them and said, "Co on, I’ll take you to find the village belle."
Trying to divert her attention, Fan Rou made small talk, "Didn’t you just say her na was Zhu Hua? When did she beco the village belle?"
"She’s our village belle." The young man smiled, showing a row of big white teeth, "But that’s only because she’s the only girl in our village, so naturally, she’s the village belle."
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