85: Chapter 2 Meeting Relatives_1 85: Chapter 2 Meeting Relatives_1 Having walked across the wasteland for a day, they finally arrived at their destination – the Bog Village prison.
The sentinel on the high watchtower, seeing this large and strange troop, blew the loud horn of a bull, and dozens of fully-armed warriors rushed out of the barracks in disarray, believing it to be an enemy attack.
Helen responded to the sentinel with her clear and melodious war song.
These Beamon warriors were all clad in worn-out leather armor, with all kinds of weapons in their hands.
Only on approaching did Richard see clearly: these warriors were all the well-known pig-faced people of the Pigiel race.
Their noses were very similar to his own, only his was flat, while theirs were even larger and more erect.
It’s…Miss Helen!” A pig-faced man who resembled an army officer, riding a wild boar and with a dirty ostrich feather of an indiscernible color attached to the shiny rivet on his helmet, cried out with joy.
“Uncle Yorksha!” Helen jumped out of Richard’s arms and joyfully went to greet him.
“Yes, I am your loyal old York!” The pig-faced man was crying with joy.
He jumped off his wild boar, knelt on one knee, deeply kissed Helen’s hand, and his tears flowed non-stop like a burst dam of memories, soaking Helen’s small hand completely.
“I dreamt about you all!” Helen couldn’t help crying too, at that moment she was just a pitiful little girl who had finally found her long-lost relative, and had lost all of her usual alluring charm.
“The faithful Pigiel people salute Miss Helen.” The disorganized pig-faced soldiers around them all knelt on one knee on the ground.
“Since the incident in Maple Leaf Village half a year ago, Lord Simek has missed you all the time.” Yorksha’s face was streaked with tears.
“The Lord drank every day for a month, cried every day holding portraits of Miss Heidi and you.”
“Where’s uncle?” Helen managed to squeeze out a bitter smile.
“Someone has already reported it.
They probably thought it was an enemy attack, should be here soon.” Yorksha also wiped his tears, his pig nose was full of dirt mixed with tears.
“Who are these…” Old York’s gaze extended to Richard and the rest of them behind Helen.
The stature of the panda warriors that were much taller than him surprised him, and if it wasn’t for the boar’s tusks prodding his backside, he would’ve almost retreated.
“This is my savior…” Before Helen finished speaking, holding onto Richard’s arm, a person staggered over and held onto her.
He didn’t stinky pig-faced man kissing Helen’s hand, and now he was even embracing her.
Richard rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.
“Helen, my sweetheart!” This sudden figure was holding onto Helen and crying bitterly.
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His exquisite ceremonial robe was covered with dust and stains, his boots were filthy with dirt and vomit, and he reeked of a strong smell of alcohol.
This Fawkes fox was a middle-aged man, very handsome, with a head of curly red hair, but he looked a bit downcast and pale.
“Dear Uncle!” Helen could no longer control her emotions, crying so hard that Richard’s eardrums were pulsating.
“Let me take a good look at you!” The middle-aged Fawkes fox man stared at Helen’s face, wiping away her tears with his trembling hands, and gave her another hug.
“Uncle Simek!” Helen choked and held him tightly.
The surrounding Pigiel people were also wiping their tears, the dust on their faces washed away by tears to reveal white tracks.
“How did you come back?
Kind War God!” The middle-aged Fawkes fox tried to calm his excited emotions.
“This Pigiel saved my life.
The large ship of the evil human slave traders met a huge storm in the public sea region outside the Naron Horn.
Our ship hit a reef, and everyone drowned.
Heidi, Haibei, and Hairy died…
All those evil slave traders also died…
This kind-hearted Pigiel just happened to be stranded on that deserted island, and he saved my life.” Helen suppressed her grief and introduced Richard to her uncle.
“I can’t begin to express how grateful I am for your generosity!” Simek nodded toward Richard, noticing Richard running his hands through his hair.
To this strange and ugly Pigiel, based on his noble status, he maintained an impeccable dignity, and also expressed his deepest gratitude genuinely.
“Serving my lord is an honor for the Pigiel.” Richard, who was used to talking big, already knew how to handle this situation.
He had a routine in his head for it.
“Which family’s retainer are you?
I will definitely notify the temple and have your family reward you with the highest commendation.
You saved the kingdom’s youngest priestess!” The priest Simek asked.
“I am a Pigiel from a small tribe scattered across the Donau wasteland.
All my family were devoured by a sudden Otherworld magical beast during a hunt and only I am left now.” Richard’s tears were flowing like a waterfall, as if this really happened.
His expression of grief was somewhat exaggerated.
“In that case, I can allow you to join my tribe.
I will bestow upon you the title of Knight Serving.
As my title is Viscount, this is the most I can do.
But your merit fully deserves the noble title of Knight.” The generosity of the Viscount made the surrounding pig-faced people green with envy, ah, Knight Serving!
Yorksha was already forty years old, but he was only a small team leader, and that was from the civilian self-defense team.
“Uncle, Richard is a naturally-born Soul Singer…” said Helen, her face turning red.
The Viscount Simek and the surrounding Pigiel people straightened their eyes, and the sound of them gasping and breathing in the cold air almost sucked all the air out of the place.
“A naturally-born Soul Singer?” The Viscount thought his ears had a problem.
He couldn’t believe as he looked at his niece and the ugly Pigiel.
The occurrence rate of a naturally-born Soul Singer made Viscount Senior Simek’s memory reel.
“Richard, he is also a Dragon Priest!” The little fox knew that this sentence would be earth-shattering once spoken.
An incessant sound of weapons falling to the ground echoed all around, the Pigiel people’s hands were empty, and a line of shiny weapons lay on the ground.
Everyone’s mouths were wide open, revealing their deep throats.
“What…” Viscount Simek’s soul drifted off, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
A naturally-born Soul Singer?
An ugly and foolish Pigiel?
The Viscount was in so much shock that he couldn’t connect everything together for a while.
The statement was too shocking.
Even the Fawkes, which has the highest rate of producing priests, only have had one naturally-born Soul Singer, and that was a thousand years ago in history.
Across the long history of Beamon, there has only been one.
The Viscount was in absolute disarray.
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