Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The little fishing village was not far away. After they crossed the little fences that were merely treated as decorations, the group immediately saw several old houses made of wood and rocks. The structures looked dull and wet from the erosion by the constant wind blowing from the sea.
The group of thirteen blatantly walked into the village. In the end, the people they saw in the village numbered less than their group. The kid who was crouching on the side playing in the mud blinked rapidly, as if he had never seen so many young, attractive brothers and sisters. When the Magicians approached him, he quickly ran into a house and observed them from the window.