บท 23: CHAPTER 23: Spray Paints

"So where will we go? I don't know any places around here," Uncle Bael said while we walked through the dried woods.

"I honestly think, with the amount of times we come here, we could dig some kind of a flat road on this path you know, or my feet will die way before me," I said out of pain.

My feet were hurting terribly. I couldn't afford another walk in these woods.

"I know a place we will go there," Valek said while walking towards the main road into the market.

"How come you know places and I don't?" I asked.

"It's because I have my eyes opened when I roam about in different places and you don't," he replied.

"You think of yourself as the master of sarcasm, but you are wrong," I said.

"I never said I was sarcastic, you assumed that," his arrogance never left his tone.

The rest of the journey was quiet. Uncle Bael had to walk in between us to make us avoid our useless and meaningless small fights.