"Henrik."

As the voice sounded, Sigmun recognized the other party's identity.

Claire, the rebellious demon hunter girl who was on a mission with Juana not long ago, was also a demon hunter, a good old man with a stable personality.

"Why are you here?" After a while, Claire didn't change much. When the carriage stopped, Litton walked down, greeted each other and asked about the other's purpose.

"Are you also getting the news ready to enter the mountain?" Litton asked, completely pretending that his sister would not see her breasts squeezing Sigmun's arm.

"I want to create a new set of boxing gloves to prepare for the third level. The main material is a rare metal rebar. This thing can assist in spiritual transmission and enhance combat effectiveness, but it can only be discovered in extremely remote and dangerous places."

"If we have the same purpose, we can walk with each other." Litton sent an invitation. In his heart, Sigmun was a powerful demon hunter, and Marek, who stood beside Sigmun, looked thin and inconspicuous.

But Litton has seen all kinds of people, guys with attitudes like Marek, either idiots or unruly strong people.

Adhering to the idea that birds of feathers of feathers flock together, Lidton will naturally subconsciously raise Marek's identity.

"No, we have something to go north, but we just happened to pass by here. We have been rushing for too long and want to find a place to rest and replenish supplies."

Sigmund was vague.

As for the rebar mentioned by Litton, if Sigmun remembers correctly, the new revolver given to him by Newcomer was made of rebar.

Teacher, generous.

It seems that the high-level contract-creator is a real rich man.

"Do you often come here? According to the map, after climbing this mountain, there is a deserted village not far away." Sigmun asked.

"The deserted village?" Lidton smiled strangely, "There is not desolate at all now. Recently, I have entered the mountain several times, and I will pass here every time."

"There is no way, this is the closest place to find the crowd, but to be honest, if there is a choice, I really don't want to stay there."

"I think the people there are very good." Claire retorted.

He looked up at the sky and the sun was falling. It was obviously not suitable to continue entering the mountain. "Let's talk about the weirdness of that place, you will see it in a while." Lidon shook his head with a wry smile.

Sigmund jumped into the carriage, and Claire squeezed with him intimately. Everyone was adult, and they all understood. The change in expression between Claire's eyebrows had already explained everything.

Marek could only get behind without any fun.

In addition to the brother and sister, there were two young men in Litton's team, one man and one woman. The young man seemed to have some thoughts about Claire, but after vaguely learning Sigmon's strength from Litton, he turned his head quietly.

Very realistic teenager.

Lidon's carriage was in front, Sigmun followed behind, climbing over the mountains, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire forest orange-red. Looking into the distance, a dense and exquisite village appeared in front of you.

It was not as desolate and dilapidated as imagined. The houses in the village should have been built recently, scattered at the foot of the mountain, near the village, and a man feeding horses recognized Litton.

"Are you going into the mountain again?"

"Yes, Tom." Leedon replied with a smile, and the man glanced at him and saw Sigmun driving behind him.

"Good afternoon, stranger!"

The man raised his hand and greeted Sigmun with a smile.

"Good afternoon!" Sigmun also smiled back.

After coming to this world, he kept shuttled around Liam City, and the most common scene he saw was the social tear caused by industrial development.

At this moment, what was revealed before him was a romantic pastoral scenery. The setting sun and the afterglow of the evening made this small village full of warmth. Some were feeding horses, some were weeding, and some were fiddling with nameless flowers in front of their own doors.

There is no roar of steam or machine, simple and innocent.

But just the moment Sigmun raised his hand to respond to the man's greeting.

The extremely harmonious pastoral scenery in front of me instantly shattered, as if the video being played was pressed.

All the villagers who could see in Sigmun's sight suddenly stopped the movements in their hands, then turned their heads neatly, widened their eyes, raised their lips, and responded to Sigmun's greetings with the same smile.

Good guy.

One group is just one.

Marek tapped gently in the carriage, and received his reminder Sigmun knew that the holder of the taboo was hiding in this village.

He didn't say anything, but thankfully with Lidon's cover, their identity would not arouse too much suspicion, which allowed Sigmun and Marek to temporarily settle down and find the real hiding place of Chanelder in the village.

Head-on-head is the most unwise approach. If you find Chanelde to regain the taboo, the influence exerted by the items will naturally be eliminated.

I drove the carriage to the temporary residence. Sigmon carefully noticed along the way that although the village was small, the number of people living here was definitely more than 100.

Most of them are young men and women, and they are the oldest at around 40 years old, but there is not a single child.

"Can that Chanelder stack the strength of 100 people together?"

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated. This superposition must have an upper limit, but the scope of influence of this taboo is obviously wider than before." Marek replied with a frown. This change is not a good thing.

"Depending on the size of the village, it should have been developing for a while. What did that guy hide here and do?" Sigmun also felt a little strange.

Play and develop? Create a realistic version of a utopia?

After observing secretly for a while, Sigmun discovered the biggest feature of this village, harmony, and everyone has their own independent life, but there is no barrier in interpersonal communication.

They are scattered individuals, and they trust and understand each other like one person.

It doesn't seem like a bad thing to continue like this.

"It's not that simple, there's a reason to be called a taboo." As if seeing Sigmon's thoughts, Marek said.

Before it was time for dinner, Sigmun planned to go out for a walk using the excuse of finding Claire, but not far away when he looked up and saw Tom, who was greeting him at the entrance of the village, standing sneakily in front of the window, looking at something.

He leaned over carefully, and the creaking sound of the wooden bed a little closer and the violent panting sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound

It's really just a day in broad daylight.

Sigmun was speechless for a while, and couldn't tell that this guy was still a voyeuristic.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Litton's voice suddenly rang out of his ears, "That's Tom's home."

"What?" Sigmun didn't react for a moment, but soon he realized...

“There is in the room…”

"His wife and the carpenter next door."

"I can bear this too!?" Sigmun couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"He is not enduring, but enjoying it. Tom said that their happiness is my happiness." Litton replied.

At this moment, he could not feel any so-called harmony.
Chapter completed!