The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1537 440: Sword Saint from Brass Pass_2

In those youthful eyes there was both restraint and timidity, as well as curiosity and longing, like a child covered in mud accidentally entering the garden of a wealthy neighbor, afraid of dirtying the fence with clumsy hands.

Gunter, walking ahead, didn't react much; he just casually observed the surroundings. His expressionless face seemed to show no fluctuation, yet inside his heart, waves of shock surged.

Everything he saw was the complete opposite of the hellish scenes he'd witnessed in the Twilight Province—here people worked, talked, and even laughed.

Were he not absolutely confident in his own strength, he might almost suspect he had entered another Demigod's Domain, or perhaps an Illusion Realm conjured by a mage of the Great Sage's caliber.

This was unbelievable!

It wasn't just the things here, but the people too.

In most kingdoms outside the Empire, soldiers were a privileged class separate from ordinary peasants. They had their own "honor" or "pride" and might pretend to carry out a Lord's orders, but would never, like in this village, eat, live, and even build houses and work the fields with the Lord's peasants.

He didn't know what the Lord here had done, but just the scene before him was enough to be called miraculous...

"This is undoubtedly still Twilight Province," Gunter glanced around, paused, and continued, "but perhaps something has occurred that we don't understand."

Julian swallowed, looking excitedly at Gunter and said.

"The famine... could it be over?"

"I don't know, maybe."

Gunter said no more, but continued forward in silence, with Julian closely following, entering the village together.

At this moment, as Gunter surveyed around, he suddenly noticed an old farmer humming an off-key tune, cultivating a vegetable garden outlined by a fence with a hoe.

He stepped forward and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Excuse me, what place is this? Who is the ruling Lord?"

The old farmer stopped his work upon hearing, wiped the sweat off his forehead first, then looked at the man carrying a Giant Sword, grinning.

"The Lord? Haha! You must be an outsider coming to Wheat Field Village for the first time, there's no Lord here at all."

Gunter was slightly stunned, glancing at the wheat field not far away, then casting a bewildered look at this farmer.

At least in his impression, only a Lord would plant so much wheat. Even if common free citizens had land, they were unlikely to obtain such high-quality plots, let alone organize large-scale planting manpower.

Could this be a parish?

But he hadn't seen any churches or Priests around.

"No Lord is..."

"If you're talking about that coward Gade Thelon, he tucked his tail and fled from the castle long ago!" Old Hank smirked, a sarcastic smile lifted at the corners of his mouth, but not long after, it turned into pride, "Now it's different, the Salvation Army saved this place."

"...Salvation Army?"

"Yes! They're followers of the Holy Daughter! Upholding the creed of loyalty and piety, their swords pledge allegiance not to any secular Lord, but to the Holy Word Book and all people sheltered by Holy Light!"

At this point, Old Hank puffed up his chest with pride, speaking with the tone of one who had been there before to the mercenary-like man in front of him about what had happened here.

Initially, when hearing about the Green Forest Army, Gunter instinctively clenched his fists, and Julian behind him also displayed a look of fear.

However, soon, as the story of the Holy Daughter walking from the Rushing River unfolded, that tale of despair transformed into another version, like an incredible miracle.

"...The Holy Daughter came walking from the Rushing River; she brought bread and Holy Light! The rebel army were the first to be moved by her; they removed their scarves, repented, and suddenly began to uphold the sacred doctrine and started helping us!"

"Saint Sis above... thinking back to that day, I still feel like it was a dream! Then there was the Earl of Sparrow Wood Castle, perhaps sensing that staying any longer would lead to a dead end; he talked terms with the Holy Daughter, turned over the castle to her, and then fled with his family!"

Watching the old farmer chattering endlessly about the virtues of "the Holy Lady," Gunter was filled with astonishment. Especially upon hearing the part about the Earl, he asked in a deep voice.

"He left?"

Old Hank replied with a smile.

"Yes, I heard he left a harsh word and then left! They say he went to Twilight City, but I heard from those citizens coming from Twilight City that things there are pretty dire too! You can't buy food even if you have money; all the grain has been taken by the Governor... If you're curious, you can ask Anthony; he's the village Carpenter; he lives by the river, and you can find him by the scent of sawdust!"

This old farmer seemed unwilling to discuss matters of Twilight City further; after a few words, the topic returned to the Holy Daughter.

After all, he hadn't been to Twilight City nor seen the Governor, but he had indeed seen the Holy Daughter walking among people, even seeing her offer blessings to many novices.

Even the Nun of Sparrow Wood Castle wasn't as approachable as she was. Although she was old enough to be his daughter, she reminded him of his late mother.

Unknowingly, Old Hank spoke much more, including matters of distributing land, including various reforms the Salvation Army had implemented in the Sparrow Wood Territory.