"I used magic to confuse me, in order to increase my believers... There were too few women in this village at the beginning. Either they went to the city to be maids, or they simply married men in other villages with better conditions. If I didn't do this, the village would sooner or later be destroyed!"

"So that's why you kidnapped them?"

"I know I did something wrong and I am willing to take responsibility, but I ask you to let the people in the village go, they have their own lives. Letting me remove those spells at this time will only bring more misfortunes."

Claremont seemed to want to defend himself, but the demon snake suddenly approached.

"Claremont! I know what you want to say is that they live happily now, so it's a good thing to go on like this... It's just a fart!"

"Have you ever thought about how their family has been through the years? Do you think they are happy, and they are happy? Why do you plan their lives for them?"

"After all, you are just for your desire to become a god. Why use so many high-sounding reasons to cover it up? You old guy, you deserve to die!"

The more Donald spoke, he became more and more angry. The demon snake kept roaring, as if he was about to open his mouth and swallow the old man at any time.

"I......"

Claremont was speechless.

Wrong is wrong. No matter how many high-sounding reasons are added to it, this fact cannot be changed.

"Great Sage!"

"Mr. Claremont!"

"Grandpa Claremont..."

A voice came from behind Claremont, and the people in the village had arrived behind him at some point.

"Did you hear what that gentleman said just now? Claremont is lying to you. He is a big liar. He is just using you!"

These people were naturally brought by the village chief. Donald secretly informed the village chief with magic messages when he returned.

"Claremont, they have the right to know the truth, and the right to choose is in their hands, not to decide by yourself."

After putting away the demon snake, Donald and his group fell back to the ground, looking at Claremont, who seemed to have become much older for a moment.

"Great Sage, we believe in you. We see all the things you have done for us over the years."

After a brief silence, someone suddenly shouted.

"You guys are crazy? He's a liar!"

The village chief shouted dissatisfiedly, and the next second he was blocked by Donald using his spell.

"Yes, Lord Claremont, we believe you, I still remember what you looked like when you taught us to shoot iron..."

“Yes, we believe you…”

The villagers' support sounded, and no matter what, no one could deny Claremont's kindness to them.

"Grandpa Claremont, didn't you say you wanted to teach me how to read and write? Grandpa Claremont, why are you crying? You can't cry. I'll give you chicken legs, which I left behind."

A child holding a snot nose grabbed the chicken leg and ran over, standing on tiptoe to wipe the old man's tears, and handed over his favorite chicken leg.

"Marov, eat, grandpa is not hungry."

Claremont raised his hand and touched the child's hair. His body trembled and turned to the villagers behind him. His knees bent suddenly and kneeled down. His hands supported the ground. Tears filled the old man's cheeks.

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have lie to you. It's all my fault. It's me being dominated by desire...I'm sorry!"

"This is what a great sage should have."
Chapter completed!