Vol 2 Chapter 144

Chapter 144: The Tender Hope (Six)

The deceased's body was displayed on a square in the middle of the village and covered with a layer of leaves before the statue of the mountain goddess Niya. Quietly in the square, the older sacrifices are dying for the soul of the deceased, while men and women are silently watching the scene.

Since centuries ago.

Suffering has become a part of life for the Seniya. Because of the inability to resist, this vulnerable nation can only choose to hide further in the forest, but the life in the Black Forest is not necessarily full of sweetness, cold, and hunger Like the attack of monsters, it brings the shadow of death.

Everyone looked at the oldest of them, their elders-to the Seniya, the oldest means rich experience and a natural leader. In times of misery, they were always able to lead the tribe out of their predicament, but this time, even the wise elder dropped his eyebrows and looked helpless.

The old man held the cane, and a heavy shadow was written between each wrinkle on his face. He sighed, and a middle-aged man with dark skin and short hair with a short beard beside him suddenly gritted his teeth and turned away.

"Uncle Bolton, where are you going?"

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

The middle-aged person stopped and did not look back and said in a deep voice: "I'll go and get Funia back-!"

"Calm down!" The young man advised. "Uncle Bolton, what can you do alone, send it to death?"

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

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

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

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at everyone with red eyes: "What about Funia, and the hatred of others, shall we not report it?"

Everyone was silent and bowed their heads silently.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and turned away. The old man looked at his back and sighed again. He knew that the other party would not really run out to find the trouble of those noble knights, and each man in this group would not easily leave the entire group alone.

That is their responsibility.

In any case, Bolton's departure left the crowd silent. But what can they do? The strongest in the village is the silver-strength martial artist. It is impossible to be the opponent of that terrible baron.

But the silence didn't last long, and the ceremony had to go on. But just at this time, everyone saw a figure stumbled from outside the village--

That was Joel, who was on guard outside the village.

Everyone recognized the familiar figure, and they couldn't help but nervously subconsciously. Did the vicious aristocratic knights kill again?

But haven't they taken Funia away?

"Joel, what's wrong?" The old man was also a little stunned, but asked immediately. As the leader of this group of people, although he still maintained a deliberate calmness on the surface, his hands were already tight enough to grasp the stick in his hand tightly.

"Fu ... Funiya she ..." Joel finally ran to these people, shouting breathlessly, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Funiya?" The old man froze and asked, "What happened to Funiya?"

"Funiya was rescued ..."

"what?"

...

The news of the little girl's rescue soon spread in the village in a remote forest.

But Brando felt a little embarrassed about his situation at the moment. He never expected that this pedestrian would be treated so coldly. Although he never expected the gratitude of others for something, but at least it was they who sent the little girl Funia back to this village--

But everyone did not expect that they received far more suspicion and fear than gratitude. When they walked through the village right away, they could feel similar eyes everywhere.

The middle-aged man named Joel first received them, led them to the largest house in a so-called village, and told them that the elders would come soon. At last he glanced at them with a look of fear and complexity, and closed the door and left.

As soon as the door was closed, the gray wolf mercenaries couldn't help it.

"Well, what attitude--!"

"That's right, it wouldn't be too long to know," said another.

But they also know that this is just talking, because the young lord has made it clear, here is their destination. It was just that they did not know why they came to such a remote and remote place, and at this time they couldn't help but set their sights on Brando.

Brando just smiled bitterly.

Because Antitina also looked at him with a dim glance.

"Less prejudice will make you more comfortable." The young man had to answer so.

"But they did escape in that war, Lord Lord." The younger elves in the back couldn't help asking in a clear tone. The little girl has been following Bran intentionally or unintentionally in recent times Behind her, because she found that the young Lord Lord seemed able to deal with her endless problems.

Even my sister can't--

So she couldn't help asking questions, although she had been taught by her sister many times in private. But as now, she couldn't help but speak.

"Tia!" The elder sister in the wild elves gritted her teeth, hoping that she could choke off her beloved sister, always causing her trouble. Then she raised her head and gave Brando a careful look, but fortunately the young man didn't care.

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

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

"Sir, you know ..."

But Brando shook his head again. "But you know, I don't care."

"grown ups!"

Brando shook his head.

But at this time, the knock on the door suddenly sounded. Everyone was stunned, and immediately a mercenary pressed a weapon with one hand and walked carefully to open the door—

The door opened, but there was no one outside.

"Master Lord?"

The mercenaries who opened the door were slightly stunned.

"how?"

The mercenary turned away oddly, revealing a basket of berries outside the door. These fruits were picked from the forest at a glance, even with the dew and leaves left in the forest from the morning.

Everyone froze and then silently looked at each other.

Brando sighed slightly. Although there is still suspicion on the surface, it is equally grateful, but the misunderstanding between the Eruin and the Senia is too deep, and it has reached a deep-rooted level.

"What? Lord Lord?" The mercenary asked.

"Take it away," Brando replied.

Even so, his gaze couldn't help crossing the door and staying on the outside square-today's Green Village is indeed very different from his memory. The village, which is overgrown with weeds and spread across the remains of broken walls, is now in memory. Although it has just experienced a violent attack, there are traces of blood and bloods of fighting.

But at least it still has a human breath.

He looked at the tall wooden statue of Niya in the middle of the village. The deities worshipped by the Seniya were carved to life by them. The eye-catching mountain goddess wore a fur robe, a short bow, and his hands were full of prey. Teng baskets with fruits and vegetables-symbolize hunting and harvest and crop harvest in the mountain people's culture.

And looking to the side, in fact the Seniyas still live in conical huts made of stone and wood, rather than barbarians who live in tents as described in the rumors. It's just that their culture has long been lost in the vast forest. According to legend, there is only one legend left in the 'Nightwalker' of the Senia people.

But their relationship with the druids is as close as they were centuries ago.

When he thought about it, the mercenaries had closed the door again. But the voice of complaint had subsided, and even the Jean-Denell mountain people who had always looked down on the Senia from the Gray Wolf mercenaries could not help but silence and rethink the relationship between the two.

But that didn't last long, because the knock on the door again.

But this time it wasn't fresh fruit that came in, but someone Brando had been waiting for--

An old man with 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 Seniyas. And the middle-aged man with dark skin on the other side, and Funia snuggling beside him-this must be the father of this little girl.

"Thank you, foreign guests."

Brando hadn't had time to respond yet, but the old man bowed deeply and saluted them.

The young man frowned slightly and replied: "Please don't have to do this, just do it," but he paused, and opened the door and said, "In fact, I also have one thing, and ask you to help ..."

The old man and the middle-aged man around him glanced at each other, then nodded: "Your request, Joel has already told us. This is not a troublesome thing for us."

Brando heard this sentence and looked up at him. He knows that the other party is lying. In fact, it is a dangerous thing to enter the Black Forest at any time. Even if they are in, they must be fully prepared. As for ordinary people like these people entering the forest, especially It is deep in the forest, and it can be said that it is almost the same as sending death.

But the elder of the Seniya spoke a lie.

"Who are you going to let?" He raised an eyebrow slightly and couldn't help asking.

"I'll go." The middle-aged man glanced at his daughter, then looked at them, and answered categorically.

"Pizos?" (Elves: dad?)

The little girl immediately raised her head and asked with surprise on her back.