"Thank you, thank you, children. You have returned my cow to me. I'm very glad."
The old woman, Martha, expressed her gratitude with tears in her eyes.
A man, known to be the rape victim's father, cried tears of vengeance.
"You have made her soul happy, young sir. Those bandits deserved their death."
"Thank you for returning our gold to us, Masters."
"We'll eternally be grateful for your judgment."
One by one, the villagers who had suffered at the bandits' hands expressed their utmost respect and gratitude.
Mariana showed smiles to the villagers, while Adonis looked at them indifferently.
To be honest, he didn't feel quite suited to the atmosphere.
Their thanks, their tears, their gratitude felt hollow.
Maybe he wasn't kind. That's why it felt like that.
He had always been like this. Never caring about anyone's opinions or feelings.
Even in his past life, he smiled perfunctorily with everyone, whether colleagues, friends, or relatives.
Work had always been his life.
