At this moment, a farmer walked over.
Gunter remembered his name was Old Hank, who also lived nearby. Because they had chatted before, the two were somewhat acquainted.
Before the farmer spoke, Gunter pointed to the skeletons busy at the construction site not far away and couldn't help but ask.
"Excuse me... what are they doing?"
"Ah, them, I was just about to talk about this," Old Hank said with an embarrassed smile, looking at the Holy Spirits not far away. "Our ancestors welcome you... This is their way of expressing enthusiasm."
Expressing enthusiasm?
Gunter was taken aback.
He had traveled to countless places, but this was the first time he had seen people—uh, Holy Spirits—express enthusiasm in such a way.
He had gradually started to accept this setting—Wheat Field Village's "Holy Spirits" were different from those incomplete souls or the puppets controlled by the Undead Mage.
They have souls!
