At this mont, a farr walked over.
Gunter rembered his na was Old Hank, who also lived nearby. Because they had chatted before, the two were sowhat acquainted.
Before the farr spoke, Gunter pointed to the skeletons busy at the construction site not far away and couldn't help but ask.
"Excuse ... what are they doing?"
"Ah, them, I was just about to talk about this," Old Hank said with an embarrassed smile, looking at the Holy Spirits not far away. "Our ancestors welco you... This is their way of expressing enthusiasm."
Expressing enthusiasm?
Gunter was taken aback.
He had traveled to countless places, but this was the first ti he had seen people—uh, Holy Spirits—express enthusiasm in such a way.
He had gradually started to accept this setting—Wheat Field Village's "Holy Spirits" were different from those incomplete souls or the puppets controlled by the Undead Mage.
They have souls!
Seeing Gunter, who hadn't spoken for a long ti, Old Hank scratched the back of his head and spoke sowhat awkwardly.
"By the way, my ancestor said he wants to learn swordsmanship."
Gunter: "...Learn swordsmanship?"
Old Hank grinned.
"Yes! They said that once they learn swordsmanship, they can protect us... If it's not too much trouble, please teach them when you have ti. If it's too much trouble, then forget it!"
Gunter looked at the construction being rapidly built and then at Julian's expectant face, unable to refuse.
After all, teaching one person is the sa as teaching two, and it makes no difference to him. Besides, these Holy Spirits don't seem like the kind to misuse his swordsmanship.
They are all kind souls.
Compared to the widely practiced Dragon Divine Sect sword skills, the Sword Saint Sect he founded was a niche and new style, with not many practitioners.
If soone wanted to learn, he was actually quite happy.
Gunter nodded and agreed to Old Hank.
"It's not troubleso... But, who is your ancestor?"
Old Hank paused and hadn't considered this question. It took a long while before he spoke.
"Well... I don't know either. Why don't you teach them all? My ancestor is certainly among them!"
Gunter: "..."
Things seed to beco a bit troubleso...
...
Near the end of May, the thriving Wheat Field Village added a small inn with stables and a wine cellar, following the sawmill and brick kiln.
The inn was run by a man carrying a great sword, but he didn't quite know how to manage, always fumbling ssily with accounts.
Fortunately, the enthusiastic "spirits of the ancestors" would help him, even teaching his adopted son Julian arithtic and many things beyond swordsmanship.
As an exchange, he would guide the ancestors in swordsmanship during his leisure ti, and the inn's backyard had practically beco his "sword hall."
Later, not only the "ancestors," but even rcenaries or adventurers passing by would sotis steal a glimpse and learn a few moves.
This swordsman nad Gunter never stopped them.
Incidentally, Wheat Field Village's "ancestors" could also speak, but they needed to communicate through a crystal ball enchanted with language magic...
Initially, Gunter frowned, pondering the mystery, but with ti, he discovered that the Holy Daughter and her followers, though strange, were not bad people and thus felt relieved.
Cognition is built bit by bit.
And once consensus is ford and spread, every traveler passing through Wheat Field Village would assu that the village's Holy Spirits were different from undead elsewhere.
Over ti, the entire Sparrow Wood Territory would beco the domain for players of the Great Graveyard.
Of course, to the locals, this wasn't a bad thing either, since the undead of the Great Graveyard are far kinder than other undead.
They not only won't harm people, but even take on ally quests to delve deep into Twilight Forest to clear demon beast nests or bandit hideouts, doing the high-risk jobs that adventurers don't often accept.
The great swordsman nad Gunter was rely a part of the villagers' daily life. Besides this rcenary with a great sword, faces telling various stories roam over from other parts of the Twilight Province every day.
According to the news brought by the refugees, Griffin Cliff Castle finally fell, and the entire Wivert family honored their oath, becoming the first Earl family to be eradicated in this calamity.
Despicable ones jumped off the sinking ship early, while loyal ones ultimately perished at sea.
For the Ryan Kingdom, the "Land of Knights" forever lost a legacy known as loyalty. As for what would erge next, it would depend on the destiny of those living on this land.
At least, for now, it's not optimistic.
To please the "Eternal Hunger Claw" in the void, rely chopping off a few thousand heads is not enough; "Executioner" Ah Ka must kill more.
Not only must he kill, but he has to find ways to incite one group of people to kill another, so he can grow stronger!
He has a deep-seated craving for power from the depths of his soul, seemingly feeling that only this way can his ugly soul transcend the mortal world.
After capturing Griffin Cliff, the Green Forest Army had completed its blockade of Twilight City, completely severing the cowardly Count Thelon Gard and others' thoughts of escaping to the Royal Capital.
Actually, calling them cowards isn't entirely correct, as the real cowards had fled earlier. They were in the slower batch.
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