Chương 163: 163 – The Expressions

That morning, Leva was shaking the sack containing the silver chunks, making a rattling sound.

"We can buy a lot of things for our tribe, Eric!" Leva smiled.

"Well, we won't be able to carry much, Leva." Eric, who was arranging things, answered. "In the end, we can only wait for the traveling merchant at our house."

Leva snorted. "What a way to ruin the mood... Ouch!" The red-haired girl rubbed the bruise that still adorned her cheek. "Shit. Among the other wounds, this bruise is the most troublesome. The healing progress is slow."

The bruises are still clearly visible. Perhaps Ivan's fist was special, causing more damage than usual. In that case, the impact given during the match should also be more, right? Maybe Leva should have fainted from the blow.

Or is this a trait?

There was a knock on the front door, and Leva rose from her chair. "Let me."