Bab 218: Calm Before Strom

The next day, as the golden rays of sunshine bathed the small village, a lively scene unfolded. A cluster of horse-drawn carriages encircled the entrance gate, drawing the attention of several villagers who had gathered there. The village head, Sam, stepped forward, gratitude emanating from his every gesture. He respectfully bowed his head to the middle-aged man standing before him, and the villagers joined in, nodding their appreciation.

"Thank you for your invaluable assistance, sir," Sam expressed with sincerity, his words carrying the weight of the entire village.

"The honor is mine," replied the middle-aged man named Vesta. He crossed his hand over his chest, a gesture of respect, and a warm smile graced his face. With a quick glance at his soldiers standing behind the village head, he added, "However, I must emphasize the utmost caution. I cannot bear the burden of any further loss. We must not allow any more casualties."