However much it looked like a human child, it was clearly something else.
As a seasoned adventurer, the girl from Luoan subconsciously drew her sword again the moment she saw the child who was pale and partially translucent. Meanwhile, Lu Lu, who had rich experience as a hunter, also felt like a cat with exploding hair. He pointed his bow and arrow at it vigilantly.
Their instincts were screaming and they couldn't let it go.
The moment the child appeared, his body completely withered and shrank, as if all his life force had been used up. If it would change its strategy according to the environment and send out batches of mutated villagers to attack as before to do everything possible to survive, then I have to think that showing this attitude is also part of the plan.
Did it know something that made it take such a targeted move? Can it sense human thinking?
Or perhaps it learned this information from the "raw materials" it absorbed.
The innate strong desire to protect cubs is widespread among most mammals, and humans have taken this behavior to the extreme.
Just like using the posture of gold to lure people to find it and carry it, taking the posture of a child is also to expect the sixty or seventy villagers to take action when they are no longer able to resist?
It was just a momentary action, but it was enough to send chills down one's spine.
Just like the scent of caterpillar plants that attract insects, this ecological weirdness comes from the existence and habits of other worlds. Every aspect seems to be targeted at humans.
The woman was crying loudly.
Some of the villagers glared at the group.
And it raised its head and looked at the sage with a mocking smile as if it felt it had won - is that another imitation or a true expression of true feelings?
Miss Doctor stared at all this with wide eyes, and she didn't know how to react.
The woman was still crying loudly, and the villagers yelled and cursed for Henry to stop.
But he remained calm and decisive.
The great sword smoothly sliced through the defenseless translucent skin, and the internal bones felt more like branches of some kind of tree that had not yet fully matured than bones when it was chopped open.
The head, still with a mocking smile, fell to the ground, and then Henry turned around and struck half of his body apart from the collarbone with a sword.
The sound of metal colliding with "Clang--!!" was followed by a strong cry of "Zhisk!!". The woman behind her erupted in an earth-shattering cry, and the villagers denounced the incident one after another.
He took out the golden bug chopped in half from the half-digested child's corpse.
The bones, skin and muscle sections of the long-dead corpse have become pale and weak, as if the color has been absorbed, showing a strange and fragile translucent appearance. The internal organs were gone, replaced by countless tentacles protruding from the insect's gold nugget-like skin.
This scene is enough to show its true identity.
But the villagers, pushing and pushing with farm tools, still came closer.
When Henry turned around with a big sword in one hand and half a golden carapace dripping with various unknown body fluids in the other, the expressions of several people in the crowd immediately changed.
Then they raised their hands high, hid in the crowd and shouted loudly.
"Murderer!"
"Southern barbarians, get out of this village!"
"Are you willing to do anything to children?"
"Evil ghosts of the Southern Barbarians!" The strange corpses and strange insects originally stopped to condemn, but they started to sound again under the fanning, one after another. It was very different from the scene two or three hours ago when they were kneeling on the ground and sincerely begging to "help them take back the village at all costs."
They were the ones who said all this was a relief at the beginning, but they are the ones who are cursing loudly now.
How can a person forget everything he said in such a short period of time, and it is obvious that he is no longer a human being. Mira felt aggrieved. She took a step forward with the long sword she had drawn, but the villagers in front immediately became confused and stopped, pushing each other.
"What, what are you doing, are you going to kill us all!" The villagers who reacted to the gold shouted again in the crowd, and the sage took a look at the shell that gradually lost its luster after the insect died, and threw it to the ground. .
With a "snap" sound, it broke into pieces.
It's a sad farce from beginning to end, and even though their goal in the first place is to find out what happened, it's all still unpleasant.
The man who hid the gold, who was probably the culprit, suddenly fell silent the moment he saw it broken. No one moved, coupled with the gleaming swords and the silent foreigners, the villagers were all at a loss for what to do.
"Are you really going to resist?" Someone cursed in a low voice, but was immediately overshadowed by a woman's loud cry that seemed to be due to the crowd becoming quiet.
"Son, my son, you died so miserably." The woman who squeezed out from the crowd followed suit. After running two or three steps, she suddenly tripped over her left foot and fell to the ground.
She waited for a long time and saw no one coming to help her, so she turned around and glared at her neighbors fiercely: "You are all spineless people!!" After cursing loudly, she raised her head and looked at her with resentment. Henry then ran to the corpse of the child who obviously had many weird bodies and cried loudly.
"You obviously didn't take care of your children when you were running for your life." The villagers' whispers seemed to reach the woman's ears, and she immediately started crying and screaming louder, crying and complaining that she had Cherish how painful this child is.
How worried I was about the child left in the village, but I was unable to run in to save him. I finally saw the hope of life, but was killed by the brutal and cold-blooded southern barbarians.
There was no one to help her. The men in the village were all useless.
A person can still put together such a well-organized explanation of his life even when he is crying out in grief. It really makes the white-haired girl frown more and more.
The men among the villagers looked at each other and did not dare to say a word. They gripped their farm tools and continued to confront Henry and his group, but they did not dare to take any actual action.
"Ah ah ah, my son, you could have become a talented person. You are a well-known child prodigy from all over the country." She cried until she was crying. The woman actually held the body and grabbed the ground with her head. Her movements were so large that she lifted her head. Blood oozed from his face and forehead.
"That's basically——" The Luoan girl, who was extremely unhappy because of all this, finally couldn't help but want to speak to the woman, but the sage reached out to stop her.
"She just needs an object to divert her attention, to vent, to prove to others that she is not wrong and that she is a victim." He said in Laman language: "The problem has been solved, the parasite will not Just be adopted as a child by these people and continue to expand the scope of victimization.”
"Ignore it." Henry's tone was still calm. The other three people around him looked at him. They suddenly felt that something like this might have happened to him many times in his long life.
But even with Henry's advice, Mira still seemed angry. She asked in Laman language: "But this is obviously an injustice. He has died a long time ago, and these people themselves said something to help their neighbors get out of trouble."
The sage then shook his head.
"We are just strangers passing by. Regardless of our grievance or hatred, we can just leave. Instead of cursing the neighbors who hate us when we look up and look down, we curse a few strangers who pass by who will most likely never see each other again. People are safer and more united in their internal behavior.”
"It's just a convention."
"Honor and praise are not important, as long as the matter is resolved. Let's go." He said, but the villagers couldn't understand the communication between the two in Laman language. In addition, Mira's somewhat excited attitude, towards Henry's horse walked away, causing the dozens of villagers to commotion again.
"He, he's going to take action!"
"Come on, come on!" There was a commotion, pushing and urging each other.
And as if something had been triggered, the woman who had lowered her voice when no one was paying attention to her once again opened her hoarse voice and cried loudly, "My son."
"..." The Luoan girl's expression once again went through anger, confusion, helplessness, and finally turned into numbness.
She clenched her fist but then relaxed it, finally put the sword back into its sheath, and walked quickly to Mitiya's side with vigorous steps.
The sage shook off the strange bodily fluids on Kramer and put it back into its sheath.
With the warning of the woman next to them passing by the big sword without being slashed, and the fact that both Mira and Henry put away their weapons, the villagers hesitated for a while, and then someone watched them closely as they moved sideways step by step and finally turned into a trot. Then returned to his home.
This opening moment caused more people to become commotion and quickly dispersed, while the few people who had reacted to the golden bug before tiptoed closer to the crying woman.
"Are you okay?" He spoke as if he was caring, but his eyes kept glancing at the half of the golden shell left in the chopped child's body.
The intertwining of people's hearts can be experienced over and over in a very short period of time.
The events caused by greed ultimately lead to a sad result. From the perspective of a group of people, the hated characters should be these people who have problems at first sight.
But what can they do?
Tell me your speculation? ——There is no evidence, and these villagers are united and xenophobic. As long as the other party refuses to admit their guilt, they have nothing to do.
Act as a government judge and kill them here? ——This will confirm the curse of these people against them, and it will also cause trouble for subsequent actions once they try to report to the official.
These weird mutated corpses can be explained as demon slayers, but even if they kill Kazuto civilians as honorary samurai, they will still be troubled by the displeased Kazuto nobles.
After all, the disdain for the Southern Barbarians was originally brought up by the nobles. Beings like them who have acquired the honorary status of Xinjing, this honor and privilege without real power is also a double-edged sword. While allowing access to certain areas, riding horses, and wearing armor, it also attracts jealousy.
Stranger; outsider.
outsider.
This layer of indelible identity will misinterpret all their actions and cause trouble.
"A boring, sad farce."
Henry saw through the essence of the matter, as he always did, so he decided to leave and not care about it anymore. He may have witnessed many similar incidents countless times in this long time, so he will no longer have any fluctuations just because of two or three verbal disputes.
Our still-young, white-haired girl still wants to receive positive comments, which is proof that she still has room to grow.
She doesn't understand yet, at least not really: whether they praise or criticize, these people are just passers-by in life.
Fortunately.
She has a good teacher.
"Don't care about the evaluation of you by those who are just passing by. Don't mind the criticism and curses you get from people whose approval you don't desire."
"Human beings are always more prone to malice and hostility towards others."
"But this shall pass."
"You still have a long way to go. Don't misjudge what's really important because you care too much about words."
He said, getting on his horse.
"..." Mira was still talking, but her mood seemed to be better.
"As long as the matter is resolved, as for whether there will be similar things in the future, whether there will be others to help them."
Henry shrugged: "Then it depends on their own destiny."
The group of people who got back on their horses walked through the village and left from the other side. Some people behind them returned home and looked at the mess and complained loudly, while others quickly sorted out their mentality and planned to return to life.
Among all the noise, the sage noticed a special, regular but slightly urgent sound.
"Take a look back." He said without looking back, and the Luoan girl turned her head and met the eyes of a female villager in her twenties at the exit of the village behind her. The other party cast an apologetic look, and then bowed deeply in their direction.
"There are all kinds of people. Sometimes they are just trapped in the crowd and dare not speak out." The sage did not turn around like she did, but he seemed to know what happened.
"What?" The Luoan girl continued to mumble, but her frown had already loosened.
"What a terrible person."
Even though only one person out of sixty or seventy people expressed gratitude to them, it was enough to clear up the cloudy day.
