Chapter 45
It was deep in the night.
In the center of this small village, the remaining embers from the feast shrine through the surrounding fence like a firefly in the forest.
In the sky, the stars shine like the swirling waves of a great river, but they are nothing more than an obstacle to the darkness. They twinkle like jewels, but unlike real jewels, they cannot turn into gold, nor can they fill one's stomach.
The men were lying in the bushes, breathing silently and staring at the lights from the village in the distance.
They are bandits.
From their worn, ragged clothes, it seems that their business is not doing too well. They had been rampaging in another part of the region but were finally caught and chased off by the knights. However, the knights were not very thorough, resulting in a number of fugitives.
There were 13 of them in total. They ran and ran and ran until they reached this remote "Aldora" Territory and now they found a small village where a merry banquet was being held.
hatred.
envied.