Time flies.
In the Lancaster Territory, the white fruit ripened and fell, then ripened again... to the extent that people gradually forgot the legends of the place being haunted.
One day, at the doorstep of farmer Tony's house, a stranger from out of town suddenly appeared.
He looked ordinary, with common facial features, but he had a pair of deep eyes.
At that moment, he was leading a horse, standing outside the fence.
The black horse even stretched its neck, nibbling on the vines and branches sticking out over the fence.
This scene made farmer Tony feel a bit distressed.
But, seeing the stranger's clean attire and the long sword at his waist... he didn't dare to say anything, and could only approach with a smile, "Sir... do you need anything?"
"Ha ha..."
Aaron laughed, "My name is Aaron, and I am a traveler. I've heard that the white fruit here is good, so I specially came to buy some to try."
As he spoke, he tossed over a silver coin.