Chapter 205: A Mole!
Most of the villagers seemed quite simple, judging from their conversations. Or maybe they went numb with despair and have given up on complex thoughts, like NPCs in an RPG.
It took her less than ten minutes to converse happily with another villager, and she got all the information she needed as if she herself were a native villager.
Turns out that the old man, Ze Mengrao, had a bad reputation in the village. Whenever he was mentioned, the villagers would sneer in hatred.
The same villagers remain complicit.
If I hadn’t burnt that old man to ashes, I would’ve lifted up his coffin and bludgeoned all of them.
She soon learned a couple of swear words in their native language, and the sound of musical instruments stopped for a moment. The deformed Old Lady stood up and whispered to the priests behind her before a cacophony of wails could be heard.
The villagers suddenly became inexplicably excited as they cheered.