William took Freya and followed Gerwit to a hut in the middle of the village.
This thatched house is larger than some other thatched houses and feels more stable.
The most eye-catching thing is that there is a sheep pen in front of the hut, but it is empty, not a single sheep.
When William and the others walked over, a young man walked out dejectedly, followed by a tall, fat old man with a red face, gray hair, and a smell of sheep all over his body.
When Gerwit saw these two people, he shouted happily, "Gerry, are you back? Father, I'm back!"
This dejected young man is Gerwit's younger brother and the original owner of the little golden donkey, Gerwit.
And the tall, fat old man with red face in the back is their father, Old Wit, Drya Wit.
Hearing the sound, Griwitt and Old Witte both raised their heads in surprise.
Seeing Gerwitt returning home, both father and son seemed very happy, with smiles on their faces.
Old Wit's eyes have always been on his eldest son.
But Grewitt's eyes shifted to William Freya who was behind Gerwit, and then to the little golden donkey Freya was holding.
That familiar figure immediately stimulated Griwitt's tense nerves.
He had just made a big fool of himself in front of his family and friends. His little donkey couldn't pull out any gold coins at all.
Relatives and friends laughed at him and his father, and the Witt family's reputation was wiped out.
This is what Griwitt is worried about!
Looking at the little donkey, Grivit became more and more familiar with it. He glared at William and Freya and shouted loudly, "You thief, you stole my gold."
donkey!"
As he said that, Grewitt rushed towards Freya's position like a wild horse.
Old Witte looked confused and didn't know what happened.
But Gerwit's expression changed and he shouted, "Gerry, no!"
But it's too late!
There was only a few meters between the two of them, and Griwitt rushed to Freya in the blink of an eye.
Then... Grewitt's neck was grabbed by William, who suddenly appeared in front of Freya, and he lifted it up in the air with one hand.
Griwitt, who couldn't breathe, had blue veins popping up on his face. He stepped on the air with his feet and clapped his hands in random directions, but he couldn't cause the slightest hindrance to the expressionless William.
Gerwit begged again, "Lord Zorro, no!"
"He's my brother!"
"This is a misunderstanding!"
Gerwit was still talking. Old Wit, who was worried about his son, rushed towards William like an angry old bull, trying to save his son.
Gerwit's heart trembled, and he only had time to shout, "Father, no!"
Then he saw his father, Old Witte, rushing towards William with an unstoppable momentum. He was slapped by William with his other hand. His whole body was like a top, spinning several times on the spot, and then fell down dizzily.
He fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
At this time, William also felt that the young man being strangled by his neck was no longer struggling. He glanced over and saw that his eyes were wide open, giving the impression that he was about to explode. His mouth was wide open and his hands were weak.
William snorted coldly, knowing that he would die if he didn't let go, so he casually threw him next to Old Witte.
Gervit quickly rushed to their side to take care of them.
The air rushed into Griwitt's mouth. Griwitt gasped for air, regained the power of life, and spent the rest of his life looking at William in fear.
With the help of Gerwit, Old Wit also regained some of his sanity.
He looked at the slender William with complex eyes and murmured, "This is far beyond the strength of ordinary people..."
While giving an apologetic look to William, Gerwit helped his brother and father up and said, "Gerry, why are you so impulsive? He is Lord Zorro, the Light of Justice! How can he be a thief?"
"You have to thank Master Zorro for his kindness! You are lucky that your life was not taken away!"
"Zorro? He is Zorro, the Light of Justice?" Grewitt looked in disbelief when he heard his brother's words.
"Yes!" Gerwit nodded with certainty.
Grewitt's face suddenly turned pale, "But that donkey is really my golden donkey. If you don't believe me, watch me recite the spell!"
"Brick Britt!"
Grivit recited the incantation hurriedly.
When the golden donkey heard the spell, he trembled and picked up the gold coins on the spot.
Sparse!
He pulled out more than a dozen gold coins before he stopped.
"Look, Jarvit, this is my golden donkey! The golden donkey given to me by my teacher!" Grivit said aggrievedly, holding Gervit's hand.
Gerwit was also stunned when he saw this magical scene.
After being stunned for a few seconds, he said in embarrassment, "Gerry, I don't know if this donkey is yours! But this donkey is Lord Zorro's trophy. It was stolen from a despicable thief named Gallia by Lord Zorro."
There’s the loot there!”
"Galia?"
"Yes, the owner of the Revelers' Hotel! He is the most despicable person I have ever seen! He stole the gourmet table that my teacher gave me! It was Lord Zorro who helped me and punished Gallia
, and took back my property!" Gerwit said.
Unexpectedly, Griwitt became even more excited, "Yes! I also stayed at the revelers' hotel! He must have also stolen my donkey!"
"This..." Jarvit was in a dilemma.
At this time, Freya knelt down, picked up a dozen gold coins from under the golden donkey's butt, and put it into her arms. Then she stood up and said to the two brothers righteously, "No matter who this donkey belongs to, but
Now, it is undisputed that this is the property of Lord Zorro! Unless, you can kill Lord Zorro!"
When Gervit heard this, he smiled awkwardly and waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he had no such idea.
Kill Zorro? As soon as this thought came up, Griwitt remembered the near-death experience just now, his body trembled, and the thought was immediately extinguished.
Griwitt was immediately discouraged.
The scene fell into a dull moment.
Old Witte had almost recovered his consciousness. When he saw this situation, he opened his mouth and said, "Okay, Gerry! Just now you heard your brother say that Master Zorro is your brother's benefactor, that is,
The benefactor of our Witte family! Let’s not talk about the golden donkey. Some things that don’t belong to you will not belong to you after all!”
"Now, please invite our benefactor into our house! I have something to tell him!"
When Old Witte was talking, his eyes kept looking at William, as if he were looking at a rare treasure or a distant relative, full of eager light!
William frowned slightly, wondering what Old Wit was thinking.
You are still so "excited" after being beaten by him. Could it be that this boss is a member of the alphabet circle?
William felt terrible when he thought of this possibility!
However, he is a talented and courageous person. If the magic mirror reminds him, he can deal with it calmly no matter what old Witte has in mind!
Old Wit had said so. Although Griwitt still had some objections in his heart, he did not dare to object in person. He followed Gerwit and said, "Yes, father."
It just so happened that William also wanted to have a good exchange with Old Witte. It was rare for someone to be so "enthusiastic" regardless of their past grudges, so William readily accepted the appointment.
The father and son of the Witte family led William into their home!
The sanitary conditions in the Witte family's house were not much better, and there was a strange smell permeating the surroundings.
There are some pieces of leather and files and other tools scattered around.
Only then did William remember that the fairy tale "The Table, the Golden Donkey and the Stick" introduced Old Witte as a tailor!
Judging by the sheep smell on his body, William thought he was a sheepherder before!
The old Witte family should be considered wealthy. They have several wooden chairs at home. Although they are rough and old, they are still solid and durable.
A few people sat down!
As soon as he sat down, Old Wit couldn't help but ask William, "Lord Zorro, Old Wit is more curious! You have superhuman strength, can you tell me how you got your strength?"
Inquiring into other people's secrets so directly? Freya's face turned cold.
And Gerwit also looked embarrassed.
William was very calm, shrugged, and replied, "It's a family tradition."
It is not wrong to say that William's knight training method comes from the Odyssey family.
But this vague answer caused Old Witte to misunderstand.
"I knew it would be like this!"
Old Witte had an expression that said, "Sure enough."
"What?" William was a little confused.
Even Grivit and Gervit had puzzled expressions on their faces.
Old Wit looked at their appearance, pondered for a while, and asked Griwitt to close the door tightly. Then he lowered his voice and said solemnly, "Lord Zorro, you are just like us!"
What? You’re talking nonsense! William looked at Old Wit with dissatisfaction. He came to ask his animal companions about this skill, not to guess charades!
Everyone is very busy, please don’t rush around!
Seeing William's expression, Old Wit was a little puzzled and said strangely, "Lord Zorro, hasn't your family mentioned it to you?"
Mentioned it? Grand Duke Odyssey VII wanted him to die, so why did he mention it?
William looked downcast and shook his head.
Old Witte frowned and said to himself, "Did we lose the family inheritance?"
"Father, what are you talking about?" Gerwit, who was confused, couldn't help but interrupt.
Old Wit sighed, looked at William, who had a frown on his face, and then at his son, and made up his mind, saying, "It's time, you should also know this secret!"
Old Wit looked at William with burning eyes, "Lord Zorro, I told you, you are just like us!"
"Because we are all the continuation of the old god's bloodline!"
"We have the blood of ancient gods or monsters flowing in our bodies. Although it is thin, it is certain."
"I guess, Master Zorro, you should have the blood of Hercules, the god of strength, in your body! Because you have power far beyond that of mortals!"
William, Freya, and Old Witte's two sons, Griwit and Gerwit, were all stunned by these words.
How come you become the son of God just by talking?
William felt like he had gone out to take a taxi in his previous life, but the taxi driver told him that you were Li Ka-shing's illegitimate son...
William even wondered if he had gone to the wrong set?
Isn't he wearing a Grimm fairy tale? How come it turned into a Greek myth?