Our lord will also praise what you have done, bards will sing your deeds in the streets, and you will be grateful to our entire village.

We will also tell the villagers who are away from home that it was you who led us to defeat these bandits." Linford said a long speech.

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

Those mysterious magicians.

But they couldn't find the magician, but they saw Walls's achievements with their own eyes. No matter what, he and the villagers must thank this young man.

Linford swept his eyes towards the original battlefield and saw Aileyon, Mathilde and others.

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

But Linford strongly urged Walls to say his name.

When Wals saw these villagers who had experienced the bloody battle, he knew that they still needed him. It was a great sorrow that his companions died in their own village.

A gust of night wind blew by, and the moonlight shone on everyone's face. There were more or less bloodstains on their faces and bodies.

Seeing this, Walls stood up.

"I'm Wals, a descendant of nobility from another continent. I'm a fallen noble, but I hope to restore the glory of my family." Wals stated his identity loudly.

The villagers immediately burst into voices of gratitude.

These villagers will remember Wals' name, and at some point in the future, they will repay Wals' kindness. Wals' deeds will also be spread by the mouths of these villagers. I believe that after this, Wals will have some reputation and honor.

There is always a group of people on this continent who adhere to ancient traditions, which cannot be changed.

They help the weak without asking for anything in return, and they regard it as an honor. Many times, these upright people will be friendly to people with the same integrity, and they hope to become friends with such people.

Perhaps an upright person and another upright person have never met each other before, but as long as they have heard of his reputation before, they can become good friends without even having to talk.

Now that Wals has helped these villagers fight against the bandits, he naturally has honor to receive.

"Mr. Walls, please allow us to share some of our food with you, as a reward for you.

We are poor and have no dinars, but we have food after hard work. ”A villager came to express gratitude on behalf of the whole village. Their gratitude was to be completed that night.

But Wals didn't want the food. How could he take it? If he needed food, he would have to buy it from the villagers with his own money.

"No, I don't need it. Your sincerity is enough. Now let's bury the bodies of the dead." Walls changed the subject.

Now it is indeed necessary to bury these bodies. The villagers burst into cheers, they did not expect the young noble to be so generous.

After Wals' repeated refusals and the importance of burying the bodies, the villagers finally went to collect the bodies of their companions.

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

And why did it suddenly rain, etc. But they didn't think much about it. It was a good thing to be able to save the village. With the collection process completed, the villagers could go back to sleep.

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

They are naturally recovering from their injuries in the back. The infection of these wounds may cause the death of some people, so the best option is to deal with them as soon as possible.

And Walls and his companions were also well taken care of.

The villagers all knew that it was Wals and his companions who led the fight and killed all the bandits. This was a great achievement.

"Captain, you're back." The two mercenaries hired by Wals said affectionately when they saw Wals and Aileyen coming back.

Looking at the blood and wounds of varying sizes on his captain's body, he knew that Walls had suffered a tough battle.

"Captain, we actually want to join the battle, but we have wounds on our bodies, and we experienced a great battle today, which leaves us with no energy to join the battle.

I hope you can understand us." The mercenary said sincerely.

He didn't want to go and join the battle. He thought he had fought enough today and if he fought again, he would get double pay for that week.

This is also the reason why he was abandoned by other mercenary groups.

Walls could naturally see what he was thinking, but he did not blame the mercenaries too much.

Walsh looked at the recruits lying on the beds. They had experienced many battles and their combat effectiveness was no longer that of ordinary recruits. However, when Walsh and Mullen's bandit group were fighting, they did not come out to fight.

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

Similarly, Walls did not blame these people, their thoughts were very normal.

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

But Wals cannot change this situation in a short period of time. This is unchangeable. Now on the continent, an army that is not afraid of death is generally owned by the king or some big lords.

Most troops do not have the courage to face death.

Walls also knows it, but that doesn't mean he will say nothing.

"I know you are injured, so I don't want you to fight those bandits at all." Walls' words immediately won the favor of a group of people. Such words were very touching.

In fact, Walls didn't want these people to participate in the battle. The injured ones would only add more corpses on the ground.

"Captain, you..." Several recruits stopped talking. They originally wanted to evade responsibility, but they felt ashamed when Walls said this.

Looking at Walls' wounds, you can tell that this was simply a battle.

"Next time, we will definitely go and fight with you." said a recruit.

Immediately, the other recruits also agreed, saying that it was their fault and they should have fought with their captain.

In a small house in Mazen Village, Victor talked to his two students about today's battle.

“Those bandits were very brutal, and most of the young men in this village and some of those with great martial arts skills followed the lord to fight.

Therefore, this group of villagers was always at a disadvantage during the battle." Victor was talking, but Madison interrupted him.

"I know, my teacher, you came on stage last and killed them all with a few magic spells, right?" Madison expressed his thoughts very directly. Isn't this what should happen?

But Victor shook his head. "No, I didn't kill any bandits. They were killed by villagers and a young man named Wals and his companions."

"If you hadn't helped, they might have been killed by the bandits." Madison continued. He felt like he was standing on the battlefield and watching the battle.

He had never even seen this battle. He thought that with his teacher joining the battle, they would not lose at all.

Indeed, this is true, but Vidocq still has something to say.

"If the bandits hadn't set the fire, Wals and the villagers could have killed all of them. Although there would be very few villagers left."

"Oh?" Madison was a little curious. His teacher rarely talked about a person, but if he talked about someone, this person was definitely not simple.

“He was still a fallen nobleman, and he probably had no money at all, but he still didn’t accept the gifts from the villagers.

He is a nice young man. Oh, yes, he is the young man we met at the entrance of the village." Victor said, with admiration for the young man on his face.

Leona also looked at the young man her teacher was talking about with curiosity. She had never followed her teacher out before, and this was the first time she saw her teacher with 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 Wals, Leona had curiously used magic to observe the battlefield. Although she did not have the opportunity to participate in such a battle because her teacher was worried that she would not be able to grasp it well, it was not impossible for her to go and take a look.

The blood and death frightened the little girl, but she still glanced at Walls.

At that time, she wondered how he could be here, but that was all she saw, and she then withdrew her vision. After all, she was not used to such a world.

Well, Victor's words made the little girl feel a little regretful. Maybe she should look at this guy more. It was rare to see someone who deserved the teacher's praise.

"That's because they haven't met me. I must be someone who deserves more praise from the teacher!"

[System prompt: If nothing else, you are definitely a more shameless person! ]

"What I'm saying is, if you can't talk, just say less, okay, system."