Chapter 64 - 63
In Turpan City
Lumberling inspected the armor rack in silence, fingers brushing over the cool iron. His old armor, dented, scratched, and cracked in places—had seen too many battles. He chose a fresh set of iron plating, simple but durable, and matched it with a hooded cloak, new boots, a finely balanced iron sword, and a sturdier spear with a reinforced shaft.
Skitz approached moments later, arms full of supplies.
"My Lord," he said, placing the goods down carefully, "I’ve secured new iron armor sets tailored for our evolved captains. I also bought some books for the children in the village, and gathered blacksmith tools, repair kits, and other equipment that our captains and vice-captains might need."
"Good work," Lumberling replied. "Any news on mental-type skills?"
Skitz shook his head, expression tight. "None, I’m afraid. Most of the merchants haven’t even heard of skills like that."
"I see," Lumberling muttered. "Not unexpected. We’ll try another city next time."
With their errands complete, Lumberling, Jen, and Old Man Dan left the bustling market behind and began the journey home.
A few days later, they made a brief stop at the quiet village where Uncle Drake was staying. The fields were peaceful now, bathed in golden afternoon light.
Jen rushed ahead toward one of the houses as soon as she caught sight of a familiar figure.
"Aunt Celine!"