Chapter 9 (1/2)

In the process of hunting and fishing, Andes mountain people also know to let go of the young and small fish.

In their eyes, the Andes mountain people are not human at all, they are just prey walking on two legs. In their words, there are only two kinds of Andes mountain people that are useful, one can sell money, the other is dead.

In their eyes, Andes mountain people are not raised by their mother's parents, but wild leeks on the mountain. This year, they have cut one wave, and another wave will come out next year.

By the time Sean got back to the village, the fire in the village had been extinguished by a sudden heavy rain. Although he had made full psychological preparations, when he really saw the tragic scene in the village, there was still an uncontrollable flame rushing into his brain. Countless violent thoughts were rolling in his mind, and he wanted to shout, but he couldn't make any sound.

Sean was crazy like drilling through the ruins, found only a cold body, only a few can recognize their faces, most of them have turned into twisted charred bodies, most of them are women, children and children, they were burned alive, in the face of this kind of artificial arson, even the secret room can not protect their safety.

It was not until a young mother, who had been dead for a long time, found the blue haired baby girl with her small face covered in her arms that Sean recovered from her madness.

He remembers that the baby girl was delivered by him when her mother was dystocia. He had been looking for his mother, but when his mother was not there, he had to be brave. This was his first and only delivery.

He also gave the name - Irina, the ancient Andean word for fawn, had deer like eyes.

He also remembered that her mother was a girl no more than a few years older than him. She had been married to the village for less than two years. Just like the age of flowers, she should be able to have four or five children.

Compared with her smiling mother, her father is a very rigid person, also less than a few years older than Sean. However, she is one of the few people who hate him in the village. From childhood, she thinks that Sean is a freak, a cunning hungry wolf in the disguise of human skin, which may be related to the psychological shadow left by Shaun, who is only five years old.

But to be fair to all, he was a young and hardworking guy. He was the youngest archer in the history of the village. He should have made extraordinary achievements. Now he has become a cold corpse with various wounds, but none of them is on his back. He is to protect the village and his wife and daughter Die of war.

Sean thought of a lot of people, some like him, some don't want to see him, some he likes, some he hates, but now most people have become a cold corpse.

Sean always thought that he was just a spectator. Seeing the vicissitudes of the village, he occasionally joined them, which was also a kind of resident identity. He never really integrated into them. After all, it was just Elena's choice to give birth to him. If he had chosen other villages, he might not even know them.

However, there are not so many if in this world, feelings are not determined by subjective consciousness. When there is communication in life, regardless of joys and sorrows, feelings have been growing unconsciously.

The only good news is that their house is not in the burning ranks, and there is no trace of their mother's return, but I think it is. It is a secret language Warlock. Although there is a certain distance from the control level, combined with the small means learned from Sean for so many years, the combat effectiveness is not much different even if it can not reach the guard level She's here. It's impossible to say nothing about the noise. If the other party dares to attack the stronghold, it's still two words.

”Am I ruthless?” That's the first thing Marshall asked Sean when he saw him again.

Marshall did not answer, but sat quietly beside him, knowing that all Sean needed now was a listener.

”In fact, I can do a lot for the village. You know, I know a lot. I can make more advanced catapults. I can set up a more sound defense system for the village. I can teach them more advanced farming techniques. I know many ways to make the village richer But I didn't do anything. For so many years, I didn't do anything. I just curled up in my own hole like a mouse, and occasionally helped them with medical skills. I didn't know whether it was out of my heart or just to test my own therapy. ”

”Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll be killed, I'm afraid they'll treat me like a monster.”