Chapter 105: The Returned Hero (2)
"Come on, let us celebrate! you too, join us!"
"We always show our appreciation for Lord Vikir's statue like this at night."
"He is the reason we survived the attack that day ,we survived because he stopped that giant beast!"
"what's happening my friend. you're a peculiar young fella, you are heartless! put more energy into it! clap harder! Come on, mate!"
was said as the guards of the Red Salt Castle looked at Vikir's statue and clapped twelve times at mid-night on the hour.
The passersby can tell the time by the sound of the guards' clapping.
Vikir observed the faces of the guards who forced him to clap, one by one.
Around two years ago, in the Depth's of the Red and Black Mountains. The faces of those who ran away from Madame Eight-legs.
Some of them looked like the soldiers he'd seen then.
The hairy man who served Vikir the glass of milk chuckled.
"Anyway, if you don't know Vikir's name in this region then you're a spy. Of course, it's a bit of an exaggeration to say that the rumor has reached the other side of the world. Still, the rumors are true. If it's not, why would the House of Morg have offered such a large amount of gold to honor his achievements?"