Chapter 450: Episode 143 Wen Yan’s Hope (5) (Part 1)
The little girl’s eyes resembled dust-covered eralds, hiding a profound and striking green, with a life force spreading outward from within.
Her slender, sowhat malnourished-looking hands held onto Antitina and Roman respectively. She wore a gray linen dress, her bare knees standing on the ground, biting her lip as she looked at him.
Brand was slightly taken aback.
In his eyes, her dark green hair cascading like a waterfall seed like newly grown vines, emphasizing her dusty little face in the gloom. It gave her a fragile and timid aura — yet the little girl’s gaze did not evade, rely cautiously observing him.
“Who is this?”
Erald-like eyes; in the entire Vorn World, besides the Forest Elves, only the pure-blooded Senia People possessed them — the children of the trees. But that waist-length, waterfall-like green hair was so glaringly noticeable that the young man almost mistook her for a young Divine Envoy.
In the Amber Sword, he had only seen one NPC with such purely dark green long hair.
The Divine Envoy of the Trees.
“Qian snatched her from those cavalryn, perhaps abducted from a nearby village,” Antitina replied, bowing her head to carefully tidy the girl’s bangs.
Brand raised his head, “She’s a Senia, you know?”
“What is that, Brand?” Little Roman asked while holding the girl’s hand, blinking her eyes.
“Senia People?” Antitina’s hand recoiled instinctively. After a hesitation, she finished her action. The little girl was startled, looking up with her erald eyes. The noble daughter’s expression grew a bit complicated —
Across many regions, there were tales about these ‘Green People.’ A widely known belief was that the Senia People carried the Beastification Disease, causing most people to avoid these forest ‘Wild n,’ let alone the nobles.
In extre areas, so even supported burning these Pagans to prevent the spread of the Beastification Disease.
However, Brand bowed his head, softened his tone — as the Vaund people habitually comforted children — and looked at the little girl, asking, “What’s your na?”
To the young man, the Senia People were no different from the Eruein or Cruz people. Although the Senia People had hidden in the vast southern forests for centuries in self-isolation after the war against the Dark Dragon, leading to their backwardness being viewed by the civilized world as their own fault, this history felt like an abstract backdrop to Brand.
The little girl looked at him, her mouth slightly open.
“She doesn’t speak the Kruz Language,” Antitina answered.
Brand wasn’t surprised. He nodded, straightening up, “It’s okay, I roughly know where she’s from. But I find it a little strange.” Antitina nodded lightly in agreent, understanding his curiosity. Ever since she knew the girl was a Senia, she too wondered why those noble cavalry spared the Senia girl.
Even in a place as wild as Tonyger, not to ntion within the kingdom’s heart, executing a Senia by the army was supported by most legal fraworks.
Brand stood tall, surveying the surroundings.
“We’re taking her to Green Village.”
“Green Village?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of place is that?”
“A Senia village,” Brand glanced around, casually picking up a cavalry sword from the ground, weighing it in his hand, and then sheathing it, “Right to the south from here, about half a day’s journey —”
“A Senia village, what are we going there for?” The noble daughter frowned, whispering, “We should find soone to take this girl back themselves, my Lord, the Senia…”
She wanted to continue but saw Brand gesture with his hand for her to stop.
“My Lord!” Antitina opposed, frowning, “But those are the Senia People. If others know we’ve dealt with them, it won’t be good for your reputation —”
“Your reputation as a Lord…”
The girl’s brow furrowed slightly, suddenly recalling the Senia girl still beside her. Knowing the child might not understand, she instinctively fell silent.
“No need, Antitina,” Brand interrupted, “But that is our destination.”
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