Chapter 23: Unnamed technique
Evening arrived over 10th Hamlet — the atmosphere over the settlement was still solemn from the death of the farmer. Speculation had already started spreading amongst the people that an evil wild beast residing nearby, some even believed a demon had killed the innocent farmer, while a few believed it was the handiwork of an evil human being.
Fear blossomed in their hearts. They prayed to their ancestors for protection, wishing he would grant Ragnar the wisdom to find the killer and strength to bring justice.
Merlina and a few women remained with the family of the deceased who had grown tired from crying. They took care of them, cleaned their hut, and even prepared something for them to eat.
At the same time, the two youths who had sworn to take revenge on the innocent farmer could be seen at the backyard of the ex-knight, swinging wooden swords with determination.
Ragnar and Noah had already begun to sweat profusely for more than three hours since they started training profusely.
Their hands had grown weak and their minds dulled, but they never stopped practicing.
"Hmph! Hmph!"
Their rough and uneven breaths could be heard as they moved uniformly.
|| Physique +0.1 ||
Onyx’s voice announced it, but Ragnar was too focused on training and ignored it.
"Come on! Keep swinging! You’re almost there!"
Old Man James encouraged with a loud voice. A proud smile plastered on his face as he watched their performance.