If the two of them returned using the horse-drawn carriage like when they left, it would only take them about five to seven days. Unfortunately, three years ago the horse died despite Brockley's galloping pace. While traveling on foot could take up to twenty days, even more than that. Remembering the figure of Uncle Herbert, then Brockley said wisely. “Ever since dispelling the good prejudice against humans, that's when I understood the meaning of life. All this time I was trapped in the wrong goodness. People who I think are good, actually not all that good." Having agreed, Riley just nodded her head with a faint smile. It was unexpected that with just one incident, Brockley could take a valuable lesson from it. Riley was mesmerized by the words that had just been spoken. Then Brockley confirmed his views and continued in a firm and resonant tone, “While he comes from the ground, he still tends to be good or bad. Therefore, if you are looking for someone who is very sincere, then
"Who?" Riley quickly asked out of curiosity. “Not Aunt Yara. While the women I know are only two people.” Riley stopped in his tracks. She was frozen in silence, forced to think for himself even though he knew who it was. However, she did not respond. Seeing Riley stop, Brockley stopped too. He turned around and said, "What's wrong, Riley?" Riley looked down in embarrassment as he shook her head slowly. "There isn't anything. Let's continue our journey." Seeing the awkward expression on Riley's face, Brockley didn't want to keep the woman trapped in an uneasy mood. Brockley began to understand how to turn a tense atmosphere into a fluid one. Don't let this long journey seem boring. “You, Riley.” To get rid of his anxiety, Riley forced herself to call Brockley with a different nickname, "Boy, you can't joke around!" Brockley suddenly stopped and thought. "When was the last time you called me Son? Since I was little, teenager to adult, you always call me Little Brother or Brockl
The other one shouted with a sly look. "What are you two doing in the middle of the forest ha? You two want to get dirty? Are you guys married? You guys can't be husband and wife because what are you perverts here for!? You are too young for those mothers, young man!” The bald man kept on babbling, asking himself and answering himself. The long haired man stared at him viciously. "Young man, we will leave you dirty here, then after that leave, but leave everything you brought!" The man kept an eye on two large sacks and a small sack. The two of them thought, it seemed that this man and woman were quite wealthy judging by what they brought with them. Looks like they're going to be rich today. Because it had been more than five days since they had caught prey, when they saw the victim who seemed weak, the two people looked very excited. The bald man returned to slashing at nearby branches, intending to bully and scare him. The blonde took out a small knife and whip and fiddled with t
It took half a day to get to the market. During the trip, there are many things they discussed. To dispel the shadows of the two corpses just now, Brockley tried to comfort Riley who was still sweating coldly. "I hope in the market there will be those who sell wings. Hm, in the works of famous poets, it is said that angels have wings.” Then he watched Riley's whole body with a comforting expression on his face. “Riley, where are your wings? Is it transparent?” Brockley furrowed his brows as he smiled a subtle smile. The tense face gradually began to level off, expressionless. When Brokley continued to lash out with various rags, finally a sweet smile appeared on Riley's sweet face. But he was shy to show his smile. He was forced to turn his gaze toward the lush trees. Without saying anything. Deg! Brockley tried to be wise. "The bitterness of life teaches us many things. However, the pleasures of life will teach us about the bitterness of life." Riley was amazed. For nearly twen
After setting up a camp for them to rest, Brockley lit a bonfire to provide some warmth to the surroundings. He would sleep outside while Riley slept inside. However, Riley couldn't sleep. She sat beside Brockley watching the fire before them. “I want to talk to you, Brockley. I wonder why you care so much about those two beggars?” Brockley took a sip of the warm water and then said, “Even though I've never felt what they feel, I'm trying to taste it. It hurts. I make sure they feel the pain in their hearts when they are insulted, insulted, laughed at, sent away. I imagined if I were in their position. Therefore, I can't bear to see people being wronged." After a moment of silence, he continued, “And I don't like those market guards even more. If they've gone too far, I might fight with them. I've read a lot of stories of mass killings and massacres, so when I see people just being insulted, it's normal for me.” According to Brockley, blood was created to be shed. And land was cre
As time went on, they arrived at a village that was known as the largest iron ore producer. The village was named Ferro Village. Most of the iron ore from here is sent to other cities and villages to be processed into various purposes, such as weapons, armor, vehicles, furniture, and others. While on the trip, Riley suffered from a serious illness, because she had not traveled long distances and days. Brockley was forced to find a place for treatment in Ferro Village. After asking local residents, she finally arrived at a house with iron walls and fences. They both had to wait and line up with other patients around the yard. There were still five more patients before Riley's turn came. Because the Saxon healer was the only person who was skilled in medicine and medicine here, all villagers who were sick and injured would definitely be rushed here. After quite a long time, suddenly a group of people barged in and didn't care about the people who were standing in line. There were two
As soon as their conversation was over, Brockley immediately got up and returned to the queue seat. He sat right beside Riley. The group left the medical center, headed for the Village Head's residence, and discussed what they would talk about next. While waiting, Brockley asked the people around him for more information. Many of them commented: "Our Village Head is a sycophant and a money launderer." "We didn't like his slow and indecisive leadership style." "If we adhere to democracy, the village head should have stepped down from his position because most of the village community agreed that he should stop serving. Unfortunately, we obey the king's orders.” Brockley was a little taken aback. he asked very curiously. "King, or are the people around him who are close to your Village Chief?" One of them answered, “We don't think it's King Glora, but his closest people. Like his father from the Young General just now. The proof is that the Young General also has a close relatio
As soon as Brockley and Riley had arrived at the Village Head's house who was escorted by a villager, they both ran into royalty, among them was Young General Hopkin. A dozen royal bodyguards in military uniforms closely clung to the General, their eyes very watchful, and always alert. All of the group left the Village Head's house. The sound of horseshoes from all of them could be heard clearly along the way. Dust was scattered and blown by the wind, leaving a big question in Brockley's mind. ‘Why are they here?’ And that big question will be answered in this luxurious house, in a moment. "Greetings, Village Head," Brockley greeted cordially. “I am Fric and this is my girlfriend Rose. We are visitors from the north and heading for Gloriston. We are on our way there. Before continuing our journey, there is a lot of information we need. Would you mind having us as guests?” Village Head watched this man and woman right in front of him. Seeing that the man was carrying a lot of packag