After a day's journey across the wilderness, I finally arrived at my destination: Borg Village Prison.

  The sentinel on the lofty watchtower saw this vast and strange army, blew a loud bugle call, dozens of fully armed warriors rushed out of the stockade in confusion, thinking it was an enemy raid.

  Helen answered the sentinel with a clear and resonant battle song.

  These warriors were all wearing worn-out leather armor, and the weapons in their hands were varied. Liu Zhen only walked closer to see clearly that these warriors were all famous Pig-faced people of the Pigu tribe, whose noses were similar to his own, but theirs were even bigger and more prominent.

  "Campas, god of war! It's... Miss Helen!" A pig-faced man who looked like a general, riding on a wild boar with a dirty and colorless ostrich feather stuck in the shiny rivets on his helmet, shouted out in surprise.

  "Uncle Yorkshire!" Helen jumped out of Liu's arms and came up with surprise.

  "Yes, I am your faithful old York!" The pig-faced man was overjoyed and wept, jumping down from the wild boar, kneeling on one knee, deeply kissing Helen's hand back, tears like memories opening the floodgates, wetting Helen's small hands continuously.

  "I've been dreaming of you all along!" Helen couldn't help but shed tears, now she was just a pitiful little girl who had seen her long-lost relatives, where was the usual coquetry?

  "Loyal Pygmy tribe presents Miss Helen." The motley crew of pig-faced men beside her knelt down on one knee in disarray.

  "Mr. Western has been thinking of you all the time since the incident in Maple Village half a year ago." York's face was covered with tears: "The master drank for a whole month, and every day he held Heidi's and your portraits and wept."

  "Where's Uncle?" Helen managed a bitter and forced smile.

  "Somebody has already reported it, I suppose they think it's an enemy raid, they'll be here right away." Yorky also wiped her eyes, the pig nose was all muddy with tears.

  "These are......" Old York's gaze extended to the Liu brothers behind Helen, and he was shocked by the tall stature of the Panda Warriors, which was a big surprise for him. If it weren't for the wild boar's tusks supporting his buttocks, he would have almost retreated back.

  "This is the one who saved my life..." Helen had just grabbed Liu Zhen's arm and hadn't finished speaking when a figure stumbled over and hugged her tightly.

  Liu Zhenhong was furious, just now he didn't like this smelly pig-faced man kissing Helen's hand, and now it's even more out of line, actually hugging her. Liu Zhenhong rubbed his arm, ready to take action.

  "Helen, my baby!" The figure that suddenly appeared almost wailed as he hugged the little fox tightly. Liu was shocked and only then did he realize that this guy was also a middle-aged Fox with a fiery red tail. The exquisite sacrificial robe was stained with dirt and ash, his leather boots were covered in mud and vomit stains, and his entire body reeked of strong liquor.

  This Fox was a middle-aged man, very handsome with fiery red curly hair, but his complexion was somewhat dejected and pale.

  "My dear uncle!" Helen could no longer control her emotions, and the loudness of her crying made Liu's eardrums tremble.

  "Let me take a good look at you!" The middle-aged Fox man gazed at the little fox's face, wiping away her tears with a trembling hand, and gave her another hug.

  "Uncle Western Mark!" Helen choked, hugging him tightly. The Pigs around also wiped away their tears, and the dust on their faces was washed away by tears, revealing white marks.

  "How did you come back? Merciful God of War!" Middle-aged Fox struggled to calm his emotions from the excitement.

  "It was this Pegg who saved my life, the despicable human traffickers' ship, in the public waters outside Nalun Point, encountered a huge storm, our ship ran aground, and everyone drowned to death, Haitian, Haibei, Hairei all died... Those evil slave traffickers also died... This kind-hearted Pegg happened to drift onto that deserted island and saved my life." Helen suppressed her grief and introduced Liu Zhen to her uncle.

  "I am speechless with gratitude for your generosity!" Simark bowed his head slightly towards Liu Zhen, who had lifted up his hair. As a noble, he maintained the perfect composure of an aristocrat while also expressing his most sincere thanks to this strange and ugly pig.

  "It's an honor for Pique to serve his lord." Liu Zhen, who was used to talking big, already knew how to deal with it, and he had a set of routines in his heart.

  "Which family's vassal are you? I will definitely notify the temple, and your family will give you the highest reward. You saved the youngest priest of the kingdom!" Simark priest asked.

  "I am a Pigg of a small tribe scattered on the Danube steppes, my family was swallowed by sudden interdimensional beasts during hunting, leaving only me. Liu Zhen's eyes were filled with tears as if it really happened, his expression was painfully exaggerated."

  "If that's the case, I can allow you to join my clan and grant you the title of Knight Servant. My rank is Viscount, so it's the highest I can offer, but your achievements are worthy of a noble knight title." The generosity of the Viscount caused the pig-faced men around them to gasp in envy. Wow, a Knight Servant! Yorkshia was already 40 years old and only a small team leader, still just a militia self-defense team member.

  "Uncle, Richard is a born soul singer..." Helen said with a red face.

  Viscount Marquess and the surrounding Pigs' eyes widened, and the sound of inhaling air almost sucked all the air out of here into a vacuum.

  "Born soul singer?" Viscount Simark thought his ears were wrong, and he looked at his niece and this ugly pig in disbelief. The birth rate of born soul singers made Viscount Simark roll over in memory.

  "Richard is still a dragon worshiper!" The little fox knew that this sentence would be even more shocking once it was spoken.

  All around, the sound of weapons dropping to the ground was endless. The Miggs' hands were all empty, and on the ground lay a row of gleaming arms, each mouth agape at the sight of the deep throat within.

  "What...?" Viscount Sima's soul escaped and it took him half a day to recover.

  Born singer of soul? Dragon worshiper? A stupid and ugly pig?

  The viscount couldn't make sense of all the relationships for half a day, this sentence was too shocking. Even Foxes, the embodiment of wisdom with the highest fertility rate in sacrifices, had only one innate soul singer, and that was already a thousand years ago. Dragon sacrifice? There was only one in the history of Bimong for so many years.

  This is also too...

  The viscount's mind fell into chaos.

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  It's hard to find an actor with red hair.

  It's really hard to find.

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