Chapter 114: The Year Of Slaughter And Death: Chapter 37 "Harvest God" Vemon

The icy atmosphere emitting from Idiot spread through the hall, creeping beside everyone in the shadows. As the village chief lifted his gaze, one person turned around, then another, and more people turned to see the child. 

With black hair, an expressionless face, and clothes torn like those of a beggar, his hands and feet were shackled with heavy chains, and his eyes were a chilling black that seemed almost inhuman.

"Who is he?"

The same question arose in everyone's minds. But as their gaze shifted to the small beggar's back and saw the sleeping infant girl, a wave of surprise and puzzle washed over their faces again.

"Why is he here?"

"What has he come to do?"

Three questions filled their minds. And as the child stepped towards the village chief, dozens of eyes fixated on him.

"You... you are...?"

The village chief pointed shakily at Idiot and then at the bread on his back, his eyes flickering uncertainly.