Chương 171: An Old Tale (1)

The sun rose like any other day, but today it was more notable than the regular days. The reason being, the clouds had showered all night, only taking rest in some succession. The rays of sunlight cast through the humble blockage in the window inside the old broken down building.

Wrik felt someone was pulling his arm. He opened his eyes to notice it was Saras—the adolescent girl who helped him and Byul the night before. After they were attacked yesterday, Wrik barely managed to save themselves with wounds all over the body, though not life-threatening. 

Saras had helped him to tend his and Byul's injuries and gave them a place to spend the night, though it was humbler than anything. They had slept on the ground, which was layered by some worn-out blankets. Fortunately, he had a couple of shawls in his spatial pouch or he might have to shudder in cold all night.