Scene 144 Wen Yan’s Hope (6)

The bodies of the deceased were displayed in the square in the center of the village, covered with a layer of leaves in front of the statue of Niya, the goddess of the mountains and forests. The square was quiet, the elderly priest was praying for the soul of the deceased, and the men and women watched this scene silently.

Since centuries ago.

Suffering has become a part of life for the Seniya people. Because they are unable to resist, this weak nation can only choose to hide further in the forest. However, life in the black forest is not necessarily full of sweetness, cold, hunger Like the attacks of monsters, it brings the shadow of death.

Everyone looked at the eldest among them, their elders - for the Senians, the eldest meant rich experience and a natural leader. In times of trouble, they were always able to lead their people out of trouble, but this time, even this wise elder lowered his eyebrows and seemed helpless.

The old man held his cane, and a heavy shadow seemed to be written between every wrinkle on his face. He sighed, and a middle-aged man with dark skin and a short beard next to him gritted his teeth and turned around to leave.

"Uncle Bolton, where are you going?"

The tall young man on the other side of the old man immediately stopped him.

The middle-aged man stopped and replied in a deep voice without looking back: "I'll go get Funya back——!"

"Calm down!" the young man advised: "Uncle Bolton, what can you do alone, are you going to die?"

"I promised Sally...so even if I have to die, I will go!" the middle-aged man replied stubbornly.

But he also understood that this was just an angry word, so he couldn't help turning his back and clenching his fists, tensing every muscle in his body.

"Bolton, calm down," the old man holding the cane finally spoke, and he sighed: "Sally is my daughter. Funya is also my granddaughter... After the winter, we will go back to the forest. "

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at everyone with red eyes: "What about Feniya? There are other people's vengeances, shouldn't we avenge them?"

Everyone was silent and lowered their heads silently.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, turned around and left. The old man looked at his back and sighed again. He knew that the other party would not really run out to cause trouble for those noble knights. Every man in this ethnic group would not easily abandon the entire ethnic group.

This is their responsibility.

But no matter what,

Bolton's departure still caused a silence among the crowd. But what can they do? The strongest in the village is this silver martial arts master, and there is no way he can be the opponent of that terrifying Lord Baron.

But the silence did not last long, the ceremony had to go on. But at this moment, everyone saw a figure staggering in from outside the village——

That was Joel, who was in charge of security 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 are back again?

But haven’t they already taken Funya away?

"Joel, what's wrong?" The old man was also slightly startled, but asked immediately. As the leader of this group of people, although he remained deliberately calm on the surface, in fact, his hand was so nervous that he tightly grasped the wooden stick in his hand.

"Fun...Funya, she..." Joel finally ran in front of these people and couldn't help shouting out of breath, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Funiya?" The old man was startled, then his expression changed and he immediately asked, "What's wrong with Funiya?"

"Funya was rescued..."

"What?"

…

News that the little girl had been rescued quickly spread in this village located in a remote forest.

But Brando felt a little embarrassed about his current situation. He never expected that his group would encounter such a cold reception. Although he never expected others' gratitude for anything, at least they were the ones who sent that little girl Funya back to this village, right?

But no one expected that the gratitude they received was far less than the looks of suspicion and fear. As they rode through the village, similar looks could be felt everywhere.

The middle-aged man named Yoel first received them and led them to a so-called largest room in the village, and then told them that the elder would be here soon. Finally, he looked at them with a fearful and complicated look, closed the door and left.

As soon as the door was closed, the Gray Wolf mercenaries were the first to be unable to bear it any longer.

"Hey, what kind of attitude--!"

"That's right, I wouldn't have come if I had known it." Another person said.

But they all knew that this was just talk, because the young lord had 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 can't help but cast puzzled eyes on Brando.

Brando just smiled bitterly.

Because Antitina also looked at him with a faint look.

"Being less prejudiced will make you feel more comfortable." The young man had to reply.

"But they did escape in that war, Lord Lord." The younger sister among the wild elves behind could not help but ask in a clear tone. In recent times, this little girl has been following Bran intentionally or unintentionally. After getting married, she found that the young lord seemed to be able to cope with her endless problems.

Not even my sister can do it——

Therefore, she couldn't help but ask questions, even though she had been lectured many times by her sister in private. But just like now, she couldn't help but speak.

"Tiya!" The elder sister among the wild elves gritted her teeth, wishing she could strangle her most beloved sister to death because she always caused trouble for her. Then she raised her head and glanced at Brando carefully. Fortunately, the young man didn't care.

Antitina shook her head: "I don't care about this, Lord Lord, but..."

"Yes, I know, reputation." Brando nodded.

"Sir, since you know..."

But Brando shook his head again: "But you also know that I don't care about this."

"grown ups!"

Brando shook his head.

But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. Everyone was startled, and immediately a mercenary pressed his weapon with one hand and cautiously walked over and opened 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 stepped aside with a strange look on his face, revealing a basket of berries outside the door. These fruits looked like they had just been picked from the forest. They even had the dew left in the forest from the morning on them, as well as the leaves.

Everyone was stunned, then looked at each other in silence.

Brando sighed slightly in his heart. Although there is still suspicion on the face, there is also gratitude. However, the misunderstanding between the Eruin people and the Seniya people is too deep and has become deep-rooted.

"What should I do? Lord?" the mercenary asked.

"Put it away." Brando replied.

Even so, he couldn't help but look beyond the door and stay on the square outside - the Green Village today was indeed very different from what he remembered. The village that existed in memory was overgrown with weeds and full of broken walls. Now, although it had just experienced a tragic attack, there were traces of fighting and bloodstains everywhere.

But at least it still has the aura of a human being.

He looked at the tall wooden statue of Niya in the center of the village. This god believed by the Senians was carved lifelike by them - a heroic-looking forest goddess wearing a fur robe and a short bow, with her hands full of prey. The basket with melons and fruits symbolizes hunting and harvest in the culture of the mountain people.

Looking aside, in fact, the Seniya people still live in conical 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, and the legendary Senian ‘Night Walker’ is now only a legend.

But their relationship with the druids remains as strong as it was centuries ago.

When he thought of this, the mercenary had already closed the door again. But the voices of complaints have subsided. Even the people from the Jeandenel Mountains among the gray wolf mercenaries who have always looked down on the Senians could not help but fall silent and rethink the relationship between the two.

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 through the door, but the person Brando had been waiting for for a long time——

There was an old man holding a wooden stick. The young man recognized at a glance that this must be an elder in the village. He knew the customs of the Seniya people well. On the other side, the dark-skinned middle-aged man and Funya clinging to his side - this must be the little girl's father.

"Foreign guests, thank you very much."

Before Brando had time to react, the old man bowed deeply and saluted them.

The young man frowned slightly and replied: "Please don't do this, it's just a convenience," but he paused and said straight to the point: "Besides, I actually have something to ask you for a favor..."

The old man and the middle-aged man next to him looked at each other, and then nodded: "Joel has already told us your request. This is not a troublesome matter for us."

When Brando heard this, he raised his head and glanced at him. He knew that the other party was lying. In fact, it was dangerous to enter the black forest at any time. Even a group of people like them had to be fully prepared. As for ordinary people like these people entering the forest, especially It's deep in the forest, and it's almost like dying.

But this Senian elder told a lie.

"Who are you going to let go?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but ask.

"I'll go." The middle-aged man glanced at his daughter, then at them, and replied decisively.

"Pizos?" (Elvish: Dad?)

The little girl immediately raised her head and asked in surprise.

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