Chapter 36: Blind spot
As soon as Leon stepped out of the house, he started making his way toward the wagon station near the village gate.
The village was really backward. Women trudged along dirt paths, balancing water jugs of fresh water fetched from the nearby river.
A group of monster hunters prepared for the day's hunt, their weapons nothing more than crude wooden bows and chipped arrows.
'They're probably the most stupid people in this village,' Leon thought, his gaze lingering on them. 'Hunting all day just to hand over 60% of the meat to the village chief as tax.
What a fucking joke-'
Before he could continue the thought—
"Oi... fucking dog."
A grating voice shattered his train of thought.
Leon slowed to a stop and turned around. Standing behind him was a bloated, red-haired boy with a face peppered with blackheads. His piggish eyes glared at Leon with the same smugness Leon remembered all too well.
'Jack Fled... Fucking Fat Pig's Son.' Leon's expression darkened. 'The bastard who beat the previous owner of this body to death and left him to rot by that tree.'
"Hello, Jack," Leon greeted, his voice deliberately neutral.