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"Dear villagers," the village chief's voice rang out once again, sounding warm and friendly, "Tonight, we gather here not only to celebrate the joy of our bountiful harvest and give thanks for the blessings of Mother Earth. I also have another matter to share with all of you."
His eyes scanned every person present, then settled on Edric, his smile growing even broader. He continued, "Tonight, we also want to express special gratitude to a brave guest who, just last week, risked his own life to help us drive away that fearsome Asra Lion."
As the village chief's words fell, a low murmur began to spread through the crowd. Edric felt somewhat surprised and embarrassed; he hadn't expected the village chief to publicly mention his deeds in this setting. He looked around awkwardly, unsure of how to respond.
Seeing Edric's reaction, the village chief smiled and continued, "We should thank Mr. Edric. Not only did he show extraordinary courage, but he also demonstrated mutual assistance and compassion among humans. So tonight, let's raise our glasses to Mr. Edric and thank him for his contributions to our community!"
Immediately, the whole room erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers. People turned to Edric with admiring looks, some even raising their glasses to show their respect. Edric felt a bit embarrassed, but also filled with warmth and gratitude. He involuntarily stood up, nodding slightly to thank everyone. In that moment, he felt that he was not alone. In this unfamiliar place, he found a sense of belonging.
The village chief's voice rang out again, filled with warmth and gratitude: "We must also give special thanks to Feren, this brave young man. He and Mr. Edric faced the fearsome Asra Lion together, protecting our home. Their courage is an example to all of us."
The village chief's voice rang out again, full of warmth and gratitude: "We must also give special thanks to the brave young man, Feren. Together with Mr. Edric, he faced the terrifying Asra Lion and protected our homeland. Their courage is an example to all of us."
Applause erupted from the crowd once again, even more fervent this time. Feren blushed when mentioned, standing in the crowd looking a bit bewildered but with a proud glint in his eyes. He knew he wasn't a warrior, but what he did that day had unknowingly changed his destiny.
The village chief continued, "Today, we celebrate not only the harvest, but also our courage and unity. Whether it's Mr. Edric or Feren, they have proven that even in the most difficult times, as long as we stand united, there is nothing we cannot overcome."
As the village chief's words fell, the celebration was filled with a warm atmosphere. Suddenly, a commotion arose in the crowd, with everyone passionately chanting Feren's name. Encouraged by the crowd, Feren was gently pushed to the front from the edge of the crowd. A shy yet proud smile appeared on his face as he raised his hand to express gratitude to everyone.
Edric watched the scene from the side, feeling a warm sensation in his heart. He silently raised his beer glass and gave a distant salute to Feren. Seeing Edric's gesture, Feren felt a touch of happiness and quickly squeezed through the crowd to reach Edric's side.
The two exchanged a smile, and Feren said, " Edric, I never thought we would become the heroes of tonight!"
Edric nodded and said, "Yes, Feren, this is the glory you deserve. You were very brave at that critical moment."
Feren sat beside Edric, his eyes revealing concern and admiration for this brave warrior. He carefully observed Edric's injuries and asked with concern, "Your wounds... are they okay, Mr. Edric? During the time you were unconscious, I also went to see you... I thought you were..." Feren's voice gradually lowered, not finishing the sentence, but his eyes showed endless worry.
Edric heard Feren's words and a slight smile appeared on his face. He deeply understood the young man's innocence and kindness. He pretended to laugh lightly and said, "You rascal, I won't die so easily! These injuries are nothing to me." His voice was filled with determination and optimism, as if he wanted to reassure Feren and ease his worries.
Upon hearing Edric's words, Feren finally smiled, his eyes filled with admiration. "Mr. Edric, you are truly brave. I want to learn from you in the future," he said, expressing his admiration for the hero.
Edric's eyes became serious and profound. He turned to Feren and spoke with a deep sincerity, "No, Feren, being yourself is enough. I am not a hero. The true courage lies in your pure and fearless heart. You need to learn to listen to your inner voice and follow your true will. Only then can you find your true direction. Do you understand?"
Listening to Edric's words, Feren felt somewhat surprised. A hint of contemplation and enlightenment flashed in his eyes. Edric's words seemed to give him a whole new perspective on himself and the world.
Suddenly, a distinct rhythm of drumbeats broke their conversation. The villagers' gaze turned to the makeshift stage. Two men dressed in traditional attire stood on the stage, beginning to dance a traditional dance, with a lively and energetic rhythm.
This was a dance to celebrate the harvest and give thanks to Mother Earth for her blessings. With the drumbeats and the dancers' steps, the entire village seemed to be infected by this atmosphere of joy and gratitude. The dancers' movements were passionate and expressive, with each leap and spin seemingly expressing their gratitude and reverence for the earth.
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