Chương 473: The Village of Tranquillity

The morning sun spilled across the fields of Lindholm, casting long shadows of trees over the rolling hills. Kael Aurenhart tightened his grip on the wooden hoe, leaning his weight into the task of tilling the stubborn earth. Each stroke of the hoe sent small clumps of soil scattering, the resistance of the dry ground a reminder of the long summer past. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping down his temple, and clinging to the collar of his shirt as he worked. Around him, the rhythmic chirping of birds mingled with the rustling of the wind through the tall grass, a symphony of life that made the arduous labor feel marginally lighter.

"Kael! Are you daydreaming again?" A sharp, teasing voice called out from the edge of the field, cutting through the tranquil melody of nature.