The sight of the corpse lying at the center of the plaza brought the villagers untold grief. Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do other than return to their respective homes.
“Are you all right, Emily?” Ira inquired the moment Emily returned.
“I’m fine, Grandma. B-But Mr. Lancet was beaten to death by them…”
While speaking, Emily burst into tears. “All that matters is that you’re unharmed. From the moment Jared stepped into the village, I knew that trouble wouldn’t be far behind. As for the bow, you had better hide it well and not let anyone see it,” Ira reminded.
“I know, Grandma...” Emily nodded in response.
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