The cold wind on the highlands removed heat from their bodies rapidly like sharp knives taking away blood.
Today was the sixth day of the latter half of the Month of Harvest. They did not know Brute Cavern was located on highlands, so most people were wearing shorts and light clothing. Now, the cold air made them shiver like mad.
"Gods beyond. Not a single soul around? Are we abandoned?" A young man wearing black and white striped cotton hat knelt down and yelled. He even went down sprawling as he cried.
The knight sword wrapped in tattered cloth on his waist hit the ground along with his action, creating a loud and clear metal noise.
"Ah… It's so painful to be abandoned. How my heart pained. Oh no, I'm not going to make it…" He rolled on the ground in an exaggerated manner.
People around him slowly moved away while claiming that they did not know this man at all.