Abigail led more than thirty villagers through the dense forest. [Full text reading.]

Although the darkness is not conducive to tracking, they are greatly helped by the accompanying several ferocious sheepdogs. They sniff at the ground from time to time, then bark wildly and head straight ahead.

This is no ordinary group of villagers, as can be seen by the weapons they hold. They are well-armed and athletic, and if not heroes lucky enough to get the tinder, they are at least well-trained veterans.

The most peculiar thing is that they do not belong to the same race. There are humans, there are elves, there are dwarves, and even animal tamers.

However, if you go to their village, you can find more races, and even the undead.

This is a group of people who have been abandoned by their own people. They may have broken the laws of their own people, or they may have intermarried with their enemies, and thus they will not be tolerated by the world.

So what does it matter, at least they think it's happy...... No matter what, life has to go on.

Princess Catherine, who is familiar with every inch of Erathia, knows that there is such a mysterious village in the border lands, it is called Hermit Village, and a special group of people live there. They renounced racial boundaries and lived in harmony as a big family.

When Abigail built the Sword of the Angel Alliance for her, Catherine learned that he was interested in seclusion and recommended him here.

Although it is located in the middle of nowhere, the villagers are very friendly, they have their own strengths, they help each other, they don't need to interact with the outside world, and they are completely self-sufficient in everything.

Abigail liked the small village so much that he settled down, abandoning his status as the world's top weapon forger to build or repair farm tools for the villagers every day, and lived a leisurely life.

At the moment, Abigail was scurrying through the bushes, letting the thorns cut through his skin and clothes. He kept muttering in his heart: "Don't panic, don't panic, I'm coming!"

In fact, he himself was very flustered.

He stopped suddenly, as if he heard a distant cry in the wind: "Abigail...... Abigail ......"

"It's them!" Abigail finally heard! he was ecstatic and the villagers cheered.

They discerned the direction of the sound, pushed aside the bushes and thorns in front of them, and ran desperately towards each other.

It's them! Abigail finally saw his wife staggering ahead with the children in her hands.

"Am I not dreaming?" said Abigail, crying with joy, "Could it be that the gods have heard my prayers and blessed me and my family?"

"You're not dreaming!" said Mrs. Abigail, clinging to her husband's neck, refusing to let go.

Little Raphael and Elmadi tugged at the corners of their clothes and whimpered.

"Who is it? Who kidnapped you?

"Can you not talk about him? The most important thing is that our family is reunited again!"

"No, I will never allow anyone to be so rude to my family!"

"Abigail ......"

"Say it!" Abigail put his arm around his wife's shoulders and stared at her expectantly.

"It's someone we know...... Abigail, he didn't embarrass me and the children, let's go back!"

"You have to say! So many people are waiting!"

Mrs. Abigail looked at the villagers gratefully, "Thank you...... But he's already gone!"

"You haven't answered my question yet......"

"Yes...... It's Sandru!"

"Oh my God, where is he? I still have an old account to settle with him!" Abigail cried out angrily.

As soon as he heard Sandru's name, the faces of the villagers immediately changed.

"He's gone, and it seems pitiful to look at him like that......"

"Is he pitiful? I don't think so!" Abigail's voice grew angrier: "Have you forgotten how many unreasonable things he has done? brothers, we must find him and kill him!

"Abigail, please calm down!" the soothsayer came over: "Although I sensed that this man was very dangerous, I didn't expect him to be so dangerous! To defeat Sandru, we are not enough, unless we have a whole army!"

"He's hiding with us now...... He's here today, and maybe he'll come again tomorrow!

"I don't think he's coming!" said the soothsayer, "if he is hostile, he probably won't let Mrs. Abigail and the children go!"

"Abigail, please listen to the village chief!" Mrs. Abigail said tightly, tugging on her husband's sleeve, "Everyone in the village is a survivor of the war, and we can't let any of our relatives die because of us......"

"Well......" sighed Abigail, "although he let you and the children go, it doesn't make me forget my hatred for him!

"Go back, Abigail!" the village chief patted him on the shoulder, "We haven't figured out why he suddenly became kind, I believe the story here will be very tortuous!"

In the humble council chamber, the crowd finally figured out the whole thing.

The bonfire was still blazing, and every now and then a series of sparks erupted.

"It seems that he did have bad intentions at first!" said the village chief, "but after a debate with his wife, Monica, he finally changed his mind." ”

"He's already an outcast...... If he comes to our village again, should we take him in?"

"Absolutely not!" shouted someone in the crowd, "He's a capricious villain! He betrayed first his teacher Eric, then his new master! God knows if he will betray again!"

"But our ancestors created this village to take in the homeless!

"Will he change his mind? I don't think dogs can get rid of their bad habit of eating!"

"If he can change, then he won't be a disaster to the world anymore! That's a blessing to the world, and I think we have to fight for him!"

The crowd began to argue loudly.

The soothsayer coughed a few times, and the people immediately fell silent, and they all looked at the respected village chief.

"Everyone is right!" the village chief looked at the crowd, "We must not forget the original intention of our ancestors to create this village, but we must also consider all possibilities.

Now that Sandru is lost, maybe we can save him!, but what you need to think about is that since he betrayed Bellerion, the god of death will never let him go, and what awaits him will be a merciless hunt!

If we take him in, maybe our whole village will be destroyed!

I'm not cowardly, and I'm not forgetting the teachings of my ancestors, but I have to think more about everyone's safety!"

Everyone was silent.

"Let's be on guard, our village may not be safe from now on!"

Back home, Mrs. Abigail curled up in her husband's arms, but she could not forget what had happened.

Abigail, who had done her homework, snored so loudly that she almost tore off the roof.

For Mrs. Abigail, it was not a noise, but a magical lullaby.

But this lullaby is useless today. She gently removed Abigail's thick arms and crept to her feet.

By the time the first rays of morning light appeared, three small mounds had been piled up behind the houses. Next to the largest mound is a tombstone that reads "Monica's Tomb".

"What are you doing here?" Abigail rubbed her fluffy eyes.

"I have to remember her...... She is our benefactor, and our lives are saved by her!"

"But there's nothing ...... in it"

"But she's always in my heart...... She's a poor woman......"

"But she's also a great woman!" Abigail nodded, "She deserves to be remembered by us, and by our children and grandchildren!"

Suddenly there was a cry in their ears. The two were startled and immediately rushed away.

There was a meadow, from where a thin morning mist was rising.

"Stand up, don't cry!" Raphael reprimanded Elmadi with his hands on his hips: "You must learn to protect yourself!"

"Why should I protect myself, don't you protect me?" said Elmadi, sobbing.

"You're a shame on me, are you going to follow me like a fart for the rest of your life?"

"What's wrong with that?" Elmadi said loudly, "I'll marry you when I grow up!"

"I won't marry you! You cry so much, you annoy you to death! Besides, you're my sister, how can a brother marry a sister?"

"It's not my own sister...... "Ermadi flattened her mouth and said: "If you don't marry, you won't marry, you are rare for me?"

In the mist, Mrs. Abigail leaned happily into her husband's arms, rubbing his beard with her hair.

"Stand up, grab your sword, and fight me again!"

"I can't hold it! it's so heavy...... It's going to hit my toe again!"

"Oh, why are you so useless?"

"Brother Raphael, you can make me a staff, I will be a witch in the future, as strong as Grandma Helena!"

"Okay, okay, then I'll be a big hero like Brother Guzi! Hmm, you can take this staff and fight me first!"

"But it's obviously a small stick......"

"Won't you just pretend to be a staff? Alas, I'll sharpen you a beautiful staff later!"

Mrs. Abigail smiled and tilted her head back and kissed her husband's beard: "Abigail, it looks like you have something to do!"

"Yes, I'll have to teach them some self-defense skills...... Let's hope they don't need it!"