Chapter 14 - 13
Two weeks had passed before they finally reached their destination. From a distance, Lumberling saw modest homes and cultivated fields nestled between rolling hills. Before approaching the village, he and Uncle Drake changed out of their armor and into simple traveling clothes. The last thing they needed was to be mistaken for deserters—desertion was a crime punishable by death in the empire.
"Kid, you know what to do, right? From here on, we stick to the story," Uncle Drake said, adjusting his cloak.
"Of course, Uncle Drake. I understand."
They walked into the village, drawing a few curious glances. Some villagers gathered, and one of them ran off, likely to call the village chief. Moments later, a broad-shouldered man with long silver-streaked hair approached them. His face was lined with age and sun, but his gaze was clear and calm.
"What brings you to our humble village, gentlemen?" he asked.
Uncle Drake offered a friendly smile. "Greetings, sir. We’re travelers from Zyvarics County. Are you the village chief?"
"I am. Name’s Eldric," the man replied. "Is there something you’re looking for?"
"We’re looking for a place to settle, Chief Eldric. Our home was near the border, and with the constant war, we couldn’t stay any longer. I had a friend who once told me this village was peaceful, so we came here, hoping for a new start."
"A friend, huh? That’s rare. Most villagers don’t travel far. Who was it?"
"His name is Orrin. We trained and fought together during his Knight’s path."
Eldric raised his brows. "Orrin? You’re a friend of my brother?"