The corpses of the dead were displayed on the square in the center of the village, covered with leaves in front of the statue of the goddess Niya. Quietly in the square, the elder sacrifice was dying for the soul of the deceased, and the men and women watched this scene silently.
Since it started several centuries ago.
Suffering has become a part of life for the Senja people. Because they are unable to resist, this disadvantaged nation can only choose to hide further in the forest, but life in the Black Forest is not necessarily full of sweetness, cold, and hunger. Like a monster's attack, it brings the shadow of death.
Everyone looked at the elder among them, their elders—for the Senja, the elders meant rich experience and natural leaders. In times of suffering, they can always lead the tribe to get out of the predicament, but this time, even this wise elder lowered his eyebrows and appeared helpless.
The old man held a cane, as if a heavy shadow was written between every wrinkle on his face. He sighed, and a middle-aged man with a dark skin and a short beard beside him gritted his teeth and turned and left.
"Uncle Bolton, where are you going?"
The tall young man on the other side of the old man immediately drank him.
The middle-aged man stopped, did not turn his head and replied in a deep voice: "I'm going to get Funia back!"
"Calm down!" the young man persuaded, "Uncle Bolton, what can you do by yourself, to die?"
"I promised Sally... so even if it is to die, I will go!" the middle-aged man replied stubbornly.
But he also understood that this was just an angry word, and couldn't help turning his back and clenching his fists to tighten every muscle of his body.
"Bolton, calm down," the old man with a cane finally said, and he sighed: "Sally is my daughter. Fonia is also my granddaughter... After the winter, we will go back to the forest."
The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at everyone with red eyes: "What about Fonia, there are other people's hatreds, shall we not report it?"
Everyone was silent and bowed their heads silently.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, turned and left. The old man looked at his back and sighed again. He knew that the other party would not really run out to trouble those noble knights, and every man in this group would not easily leave the whole group indifferent.
This is their responsibility.
But in any case, Bolton's departure still left the crowd silent for a while. But what can they do? The strongest in the village is this silver-powered martial artist, and it is impossible to be the opponent of that terrible Baron Lord.
But the silence did not last too long, and the ceremony must continue. It's just that at this moment, everyone saw a figure stumbled in from outside the village—
That was Joel, who was in charge of vigilance outside the village.
Everyone recognized the familiar figure, and they couldn't help but become nervous subconsciously. Could it be that those vicious noble knights have returned
But didn't they already take Fonia away
"Joel, what's the matter?" The old man was also slightly startled, but asked immediately. As the leader of this group of people, although he still maintains a deliberate calm on the surface, in fact, his hands are already tightly grasped by the wooden staff.
"Fu...Funiya she..." Joel finally ran up to these people and couldn't help crying out of breath, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Funiya?" The old man was taken aback, his expression changed and immediately asked: "What happened to Funiya?"
"Funiya was rescued..."
"what?"
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The news that the little girl was rescued soon spread in this remote village in the middle of the forest.
But Brando felt a little embarrassed about his situation at the moment. He had never expected that his group would encounter such a cold reception. Although he has never expected the gratitude of others for one thing, at least they sent the little girl Fonia back to this village, right
But everyone did not expect that the gratitude they received was far from the suspicion and fear in their eyes. When they walked through the village immediately, they could feel similar gazes everywhere.
The middle-aged man named Yoel received them first, led them to the largest house in the so-called village, and then told them that the elders would come soon. Finally, he glanced at them with a fearful and complicated look, then closed the door and left.
As soon as the door closed, the gray wolf mercenaries couldn't help it at first.
"Hey, what attitude!"
"Yes, I wouldn't come here if I knew it a long time ago," another person said.
But they also knew that this was just talking, because the young lord had already made it very clear that this was their destination. It's just that they don't know why they want to come to such a remote place. At this time, they couldn't help but cast their puzzled eyes on Brando.
Brando just smiled bitterly.
Because Antitina also looked at him with a faint look.
"Less prejudice will make you more at ease." The young man had to answer.
"But they did escape that war, Lord Lord." The younger sister among the wild elves could not help asking in a crisp tone. The little girl has been following Bran intentionally or unintentionally for some time. Duo was behind, because she discovered that the young lord seemed capable of dealing with her endless problems.
Even sister can't do it—
So she couldn't help but ask questions, even though she had been taught many times by her sister in private. But as it was now, she couldn't help but speak.
"Tiya!" The sister of the wild elf gritted her teeth, wishing to choke her most beloved sister to death, always causing her trouble. Then she raised her head and looked at Brando carefully, but fortunately the young man didn't mean to care.
Antitina shook her head, "I don't care about this, Lord Lord, but..."
"Yes, I know, fame." Brando nodded.
"My lord, since you know..."
But Brando shook his head again: "But you know, I don't care about this."
"grown ups!"
Brando shook his head.
But at this time, the knock on the door sounded abruptly. Everyone was stunned, and a mercenary immediately pressed the weapon with one hand and cautiously walked over to open the door—
The door opened, but there was no one outside.
"Lord Lord?"
The mercenary who opened the door was slightly startled.
"how?"
The mercenary turned aside with a weird expression, revealing a basket of berries outside the door. These fruits were picked from the forest at a glance, and even the dew and leaves that had been left in the forest since the morning were on them.
Everyone was shocked, and then fell silent, staring at each other.
Brando sighed slightly in his heart. Although there is still suspicion on the face, there is also gratitude, but the misunderstanding between the Eruin and the Senja is too deep, and it has reached a deep-rooted level.
"What should I do? Lord Lord?" the mercenary asked.
"Take it away," Brando replied.
Even so, he couldn't help but look beyond the door, staying on the square outside—the Green Village today is indeed very different from what he remembered. The village that exists in memory, overgrown with weeds and broken walls, has only just experienced a tragic attack, and there are traces of fighting and blood everywhere.
But at least it still has a human breath.
He looked at the tall wood-carved statue of Niya in the middle of the village. The goddess believed by the Senyas was carved to life. The heroic mountain goddess wore fur robes, short bows, and held her hands full of prey. Teng baskets of melons and fruits-a symbol of hunting harvest and crop harvest in the mountain folk culture.
Looking to one side, the Senjas still live in cone-shaped huts made of stone and wood, rather than barbarians living in tents as described in the rumors. It's just that their culture has long been lost in the vast forest. The legendary "Nightcrawler" of the Senia is now only a legend.
But their relationship with the druids is as close as it was a few centuries ago.
When he thought of this, the mercenary had closed the door again. But the complaints have subsided, even those of the Gray Wolf mercenaries who have always looked down on the Senja people, Jean De Nell, can't help but silence and rethink the relationship between the two at this time.
But this situation did not last long, because the knock on the door rang again.
But this time it was not fresh fruit that came in, but the people Brando had been waiting for—
An old man holding a wooden staff, the young man recognized at a glance that this must be an elder in the village, and he knew the customs of the Senja very well. On the other side, the dark-skinned middle-aged man, and Funiya who was nestling next to him—this must be the little girl's father.
"Guests from outside, thank you very much."
Brando had not had time to react, but the old man bowed deeply and saluted them.
The young man frowned slightly, and replied: "Please don't do this, it's just a matter of hand," but he stopped for a moment and said straightforwardly: "Besides, I have one thing in fact, asking you to do me a favor..."
The old man and the middle-aged man next to him glanced at each other, and then nodded: "Your lord's request, Joel has already told us. This is not a troublesome thing for us."
Brando raised his head and glanced at him when he heard these words. He knows that the other party is lying. In fact, it is a dangerous thing to enter the Black Forest at any time. It was in the depths of the forest, almost the same as dying.
But the Senja elder spoke a lie.
"Who are you going to let go?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help asking.
"I'll go." The middle-aged man glanced at his daughter, then looked at them, and replied categorically.
"Pizos?" (Elvish language: Dad?)
The little girl immediately raised her head and asked in surprise on her back.
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