Our lords will praise you for what you have done, and bards will sing your praises in the streets, and you will be appreciated by our whole village.

We will also tell the villagers who are away from home, that you led us to defeat this group of robbers. Linford said a long word.

In fact, Linford noticed some strange changes, such as the rain in the sky, and the wind, and he remembered some stories when he traveled around the continent.

Those mysterious magicians.

But the magician was nowhere to be found, but Wall's exploits were seen with his own eyes, and in any case, he and the villagers had to thank the young man.

Linford swept his gaze back to the battlefield where he had been, and he saw Alleyne and Mathilde.

Yes, and his companions. "No, no......" Walls still wanted to excuse himself.

But Linford pressed Voss to say his name.

When Walls saw the villagers who had been through the bloody battle, he knew that they still needed him, and it was a great sorrow for his companions to die in their own village.

A night breeze blew, and the moonlight shone on everyone's faces, and their faces, bodies, more or less had some bloodstains.

Seeing this, Walls stepped forward.

"I'm Walls, a descendant of a nobility from another continent, I'm a declining nobleman, but I want to restore my family's glory." Walls said his identity out loud.

The villagers immediately burst into voices of gratitude.

These villagers will write down the name of Walls, and at some point in the future, they will repay Walls's kindness, and Walls's deeds will be spread from the mouths of this villager, and it is believed that after this, Walls will have some prestige and honor.

There is always such a group of people on this continent who cling to ancient traditions, and this is unchangeable.

They help the weak without expecting anything in return, they see this as an honor, and many times, these upright people will be full of friendship with people who are also upright, and they want to be friends with such people.

Maybe an upright person and an upright person don't know each other at all, but as long as they have heard of his reputation before, then they don't need to talk at all, and they will become good friends.

And now that Walls has helped these villagers fight against the bandits, it is natural that there is honor to be earned.

"Mr. Walls, allow us to give you some of our food, as we pay you.

We are poor, we don't have dinars, but we have food for our hard work. A villager came over on behalf of the whole village to express his gratitude. Their thanks were to be completed that night.

But Walls didn't want the food. This is something that the villagers are desperately defending, how can he go and take it? If he needed food, he had to buy it from the villagers with his own money.

"No, I don't need to, your sincerity is enough, now let's bury the bodies of the war dead." Walls shifted the subject.

Now it is true that the bodies need to be buried. The villagers burst into cheers, they didn't expect the young nobleman to be so generous.

At Walls's suggestion, and the importance of burying the corpses, the villagers eventually went to collect the bodies of their companions.

The villagers began to deal with their own affairs, and they would still talk about the battle, and some strange things, comparing themselves to why they were able to muster up the courage to fight the robbers at the last moment.

And why it rains suddenly, and so on. But they didn't think much of it, and it was a good thing to be able to keep the village. With the collection process over, the villagers were able to go back to sleep.

Of course, the work of dealing with the aftermath was done by the cowardly villagers who did not participate in the battle, and those who participated in the battle were wounded.

Naturally, they are recuperating from their wounds, and these wound infections can cause some deaths, so it is best to treat them as soon as possible.

And Walls and his companions are well taken care of.

The villagers knew that it was Walls and his companions who led the battle to kill them all. That's a great credit.

"Captain, you're back." The two mercenaries hired by Walls with money said affectionately as soon as they saw Walls and Alleyne returning.

He looked at the blood stains and wounds on his captain's body, large and small, and knew that Walls had gone through a bitter battle.

"Captain, we actually want to go to fight too, but we have wounds on our bodies, and just today, we went through a big battle, which makes us not have the energy to fight.

I hope you understand us. The mercenary said with a look of sincerity.

He didn't want to go, to fight, he thought that he had fought enough today, and if he fought again, then he should be paid double for the week.

That's why he's been abandoned by other mercenary groups.

Naturally, Walls could see what he was thinking, but he didn't blame the mercenaries too much.

Walls looked at the recruits who were lying on their beds, they had been through many battles, and their combat strength was no ordinary recruits now, but they did not come out to fight when Walls fought with Mullen's bandit regiment.

As for the reason, it is naturally the same as these two mercenaries.

It's the same, Walls doesn't blame these people, their thoughts are quite normal.

Those recruits are afraid of death, and that's the real reason why they don't want to come out.

But Walls can't change this situation in a short period of time, this is unchangeable, and an army on the continent that is not afraid of death is generally owned by kings or some big lords.

Most armies do not have the courage not to be afraid of death.

Walls also knows, however, that doesn't mean he doesn't say anything.

"I know you're hurt, so I don't want you to fight the bandits at all." Walls's words immediately won the favor of a group of people, and such words were very touching.

In fact, Walls didn't want these people to participate in the battle in the first place, and the wounded could only add some corpses to the ground.

"Captain, you ......" the recruits didn't say any more, they had wanted to evade their responsibilities, but Walls was ashamed to say that now.

Looking at Wall's wounds, you know that this is a big war at all.

"Next time, we'll definitely go and fight with you." Said one of the recruits.

Immediately, the rest of the recruits also echoed the words, this was their fault, they should have fought with their captain.

In a small room in the village of Mazen, Vidocq talked to his two students about today's battle.

"The robbers are very vicious, and most of the young people in this village and some of the most skilled people follow the lord to fight.

Therefore, this group of villagers has been at a disadvantage in the process of fighting. Vidocq was talking, but Madison interrupted him.

"I know, my teacher, you were the last to come out and kill them all with a few spells, right?" Madison was very direct and said his thoughts, this is the situation that should be the case, isn't it?

But Vidocq shook his head, "No, I didn't kill a single robber, the villagers and a young man named Walls and his companions. ”

"If it weren't for you, maybe they would have been killed by the robbers." Madison continued. He felt like he was standing on the battlefield and watching the battle.

He hadn't seen this battle at all, and he thought that with his teacher joining this battle, he wouldn't lose it at all.

Yes, such a statement is true, but Vidocq still has something to say.

"If it weren't for the bandits, Walls and the villagers would have been able to kill them all. Although this way the villagers will have little left. ”

"Oh?" Madison aroused a hint of curiosity, his teacher rarely talked about a person, but if he talked about a person, it was definitely not easy.

"He was still a declining nobleman, and he may not have any money on him, but he still didn't ask for gifts from the villagers.

It's a nice young man, oh yes, he's the young man we met at the entrance of the village. Vidocq said, with admiration on the young man's face.

Leona was also curious to look at the young man that her teacher said, she had never come out with her teacher, and it was the first time he had seen her teacher show such an expression. She remembered that she had met the young man at the entrance of the village.

Her mind was full of thoughts.

In fact, during the battle of Walls, Leona used to use magic to observe the battlefield curiously, although she did not have the opportunity to participate in such a battle, because the teacher was worried that she did not grasp it well, but it was not impossible to go and see it by herself.

Bleeding and death scared the little girl, but she glanced at Walls.

At that time, she thought about how he could be here, but this was the eye, and she then withdrew her vision, after all, she was not very used to such a world.

Well, Vidocq's words made this little girl have some regrets, maybe she should have seen this guy more. It's rare to see someone who deserves praise from the teacher.

"That's because they didn't meet me, and I'm definitely a person who deserves more praise from my teachers!"

[System prompt: If nothing else, you must be a more cheeky person!] 】

"Let's just say, if you can't speak, just talk a little less, okay system."

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