Book 15: Chapter 59
Everything had basically been decided on, and I had placated my family. Of course, Nier took more effort to settle. Next, I was setting out with Dragon Mom. Everything was prepared, so the next step was to begin our search for the dragons.
I didn’t have the foggiest idea as to where the dragons were located. In saying that, I already knew they were roughly where the villagers were. Honestly speaking, I never thought the villagers of the dragon village were on the street where I met the prophet. Those villagers initially relied on hunting and selling simple handmade crafts, such as rattan baskets. There was no land nearby for them to plant crops; therefore, the town nearby had to supply them with paddy and the sort.
It was said that the villagers of the dragon villager were oftentimes able to acquire grains of gold, which allowed them to get through winters. That was strange, for the dragon’s village wasn’t a gold mine. Even if they did, they didn’t have what it took to produce gold. Freya had investigated the village for some time and obtained a fair amount of information. The village wasn’t a village that specialised in gold manufacturing. Rather, it was a village that manufactured low quality handmade goods. It was a primitive village without anything valuable.
The inference that could be derived from that was that the dragons supplied the gold. After all, dragons had a habit of collecting gold. Therefore, they should be on good terms with the dragons or, at least, close enough to have the dragons help them. I didn’t know why they helped the villagers, but since the dragon race was willing to get along with the anthropoid villagers, they should be able to get along with us.
Dragon Mom and I arrived at the street in question. The street was still as dead as it was last time. I paid particular attention to my surroundings to ensure I wouldn’t miss anything. I didn’t see the prophet. I hadn’t seen him since I last parted with him on the street. It seemed as though I’d only get to see him if he wished to be seen. It didn’t matter, however. It made no difference with or without him. I doubted he was a prophet anymore. After all, he couldn’t hear God’s voice anymore.
Mommy Vyvyan was to blame there. There was no more so-called God anymore, because Mommy Vyvyan killed him. That prophet shouldn’t be of any use any longer. I just missed him a little, I guess. He did save my life, after all.
We spoke to the village chief. They were notified of my visit beforehand. Hence, once I finally saw an open door between the stone walls. There were two people waiting for me. They greeted me courteously. Although I didn’t know what the people relied on for their livelihood, their lives looked decent. The North could afford to feed freeloaders. I hoped they could find appropriate jobs.
The stairs were relatively dark. Dragon Mom looked at the narrow stairs with concern. She grabbed onto my cloak. I knew she was unlikely to be afraid of the place; she was worried somebody would ambush me. I didn’t think the people here would harm me. It was just that it was relatively gloomy. I didn’t think they were related to me in any way, as I had never done anything to them. There was no point in them killing me.
We entered a room. It was a standard room you’d find in any building. Because of the gloomy street, the room had fires lit during the day. I peered inside. There was a young individual sitting at the redwood table writing a letter of some sort. Honestly, I was very surprised to see that. I had no idea the village chief was young.