Old Master Tate was worried the situation would become even more tense. If they sent him somewhere else, he didn't know if he would be able to make it through.
He was only in his early sixties, and his lifelong ambition to serve the country was still unfulfilled. If he died just like this, he truly could not rest in peace.
He also missed his wife and children abroad, but Old Master Tate was also thankful. Fortunately, his wife and children had not returned with him. It was enough that he suffered alone.
Adrian Hawthorne's handsome face was covered in sweat. The hoe was a bit taller than him. Fortunately, he had eaten a lot of meat the night before, so he felt energetic now. In just one morning, he had managed to clear a large patch of wasteland.
He glanced out at the vast mountains. Just by crossing this one, he could reach the neighboring county of Wraven. Yet in four years, he had only left twice, and both times, he'd nearly run into trouble.
