Qingmai Village is small, and there is rarely anything worth mentioning happening among the villagers who live here.
Eating, farming, sleeping;
Sprouting, heading, ripening.
The monotonous life is like the wheat in the field—day in, day out, year after year, endlessly repeating.
Therefore, regarding that team supposedly attacked by beastmen, even after a long time had passed, everyone in the village still remembered it vividly.
"We're not too far from the Mist Forest, so adventurers like you all are often passing through."
"But that time was somewhat different."
"Normally, adventurers coming out of the forest, even if they look a bit... uh, unpresentable, whether it's the relief of surviving a crisis or the excitement of returning with a full load, in general, the atmosphere isn't particularly bad."
"Even if the losses are severe, with even some team members not making it out of the forest, it would be just silence, sadness."
