Joyce held his breath, the heavy touch of the sword in his hand made his mind seem to go back to the years when he was still the captain of the Centurion in the Duchy, if it wasn't for the early death of his wife, he wouldn't have to leave that sad place with his young son several times.

The strength of doing blacksmith work every day has not made his skills decline, and the shivering and nervous stimulation of the long-lost head-on fight almost made him miss this feeling extremely much in his heart, but under the influence of the peaceful life and the family affection between father and son for so many years, if he had to choose between happiness and peace and contentment, he would definitely choose the latter. Just like today, if it weren't for the heart of saving his son, he would have taken his martial arts as a secret and brought them to the grave.

Of course, in this way, his life is estimated to change somewhat, after all, no one likes the people around him to be hypocrites who hide big secrets, whether the secret is bad or good, it will cause criticism, especially in the mixed Xiacheng District, the broken mouth is not just the patent of middle-aged and elderly women, it is conceivable how the neighborhood will talk about him, if there is a sinister motive to pass it on as a spy sent by another country, it is not impossible.

It's just that Joyce really doesn't have time to think about these now, because he found that the corpse that had just been decapitated could still move, although the command without a head could only wave his arms like a headless fly and attack at will, but the two children behind him could not withstand any damage, so he immediately reined in his mind and continued to swing the big sword in his hand to cut down the still standing corpses one by one before it was completed.

"Daddy is awesome, Daddy is amazing!" Before he could catch his breath, he felt a pair of familiar and small arms hugging his body, Joyce squatted down with a smile, pulled Isley's body back and forth, and found that he was not injured before he straightened his face slightly, and reprimanded Aiko in a hoarse but not so stern voice:

"Rushing out without saying hello, it's very dangerous, don't you know! How old are you, how can you deal with bad guys, do you know how worried Dad was about you just now!"

"But Dad, didn't you teach me that boys must be brave before, Dad, don't I behave bravely today?" the little boy muttered aggrieved, of course, the expression in his eyes was not aggrieved at all, the child naturally knew very well what the best way to deal with his father was, and only he knew best that his father was not as rude as he looked.

"Okay, okay! Daddy admits that you're brave! But next time you must be obedient, and don't be reckless if you don't have the strength to protect others. Otherwise, how can you protect others if you can't protect yourself!

"Oh...... Then I have to exercise hard in the future and strive to become as good as my father as soon as possible, so that I can rely on myself, right? "The little child who was happy again in a second after being honest really made Joyce very helpless.

"Joey, it's you!" came the sound of chaotic footsteps behind him, and the neighbors who had just hid had already surrounded him when they saw that the crisis was over, and it was the neighbor who worked in the carpentry shop next door, Lao Bangka.

"Uncle Bangka, I'm sorry! I've been hiding it from everyone!" Joyce looked back at the gathered neighbors, and bowed his head silently.

"What are you talking about, what are you hiding? Are you not a blacksmith, or are the tools you gave us fake?" said Old Bangka angrily.

"Not really, but I used to ......," Joyce continued, stunned for a moment.

"Isn't that enough! Who cares about the past! You haven't been to Nuremfen before, we know who you are?! Your ability is your own, and it's your own freedom not to show it, and if you hadn't had such good skills, there is no telling how many people would have suffered from these things today, so we all have to thank you for hiding your hand!" Old Bangka patted Joyce on the shoulder with a strong hand.

"Yes, yes, if it weren't for you, Nini, this kid wouldn't be alive today! And Isli too, knowing to protect her sister at such a young age, she must be a big hero admired by everyone when she grows up!" The aunt who sells vegetables still has a loud voice, but unlike the situation when she scolds the street on weekdays, her words are approved by everyone around her, but she makes Isli, who is very good at tossing and mischievous, blush.

"It's Fat Holly who is unlucky, and he is so disgusted that he doesn't even have a whole corpse. But it's okay, everyone who was born in the border city lives with their heads on their heads, and they are just dead left and right, and everyone will help collect the corpse and save some money to send it to her widowed wife!"

"Old Bangka, you think so thoughtfully, shouldn't you be thinking about someone's wife! But also, widowers and widows just make up a couple, and I think the funeral and happy events will be done together!"

"Get out of your little rabbit cub's eggs, I was also a soldier back then, and I can become one enemy and ten enemies, and it's no problem to break your kid's legs, don't you want to try!"

"Haha, blow your cow to death......"

Looking at the familiar faces of the people around him, and listening to the absurd and chaotic noise, Joyce's heart was warmer than ever, yes, he was no longer a stranger who had left his homeland, he was Joyce, the blacksmith, and the inhabitants of this city, a member of the community, and a partner of everyone!

"Daddy, look at those things are going to be gone!" Little Isley's words caught everyone's attention in the chaos, and then it was discovered that some changes had grown on the corpses that had just been knocked down by Joyce.

Like ice cubes placed on an iron plate, these corpses slowly became shorter, as if they were gradually dissolving into the ground.

"These things are really evil, but it's okay to do this, so that everyone doesn't have to work hard to clean them up. Someone next to him cursed, which immediately caused another round of ridicule.

Of all the still, Joyce was the only one who saw this and turned his face back up, for his intuition told him that something bad was going to happen next, and this intuition had been accurate in the days of birth and death.

"Everyone, go back, it's dangerous!"

With the experience of escaping just now, it's not that no one believes in his judgment, but after looking around, he didn't find any new threats, so he naturally didn't care about it, in their opinion, Joyce showed his ability to naturally want to attract more attention from everyone, everyone can understand, who hasn't had a little vanity.

As a result, Joyce was depressed, and the crowd had not yet had time to disperse when a terrifying half-human, half-beast monster leaped out of a black pool similar to the color of silt when the corpse dissolved into the ground.

A new crisis is on the horizon.

(End of chapter)