Chenxi Territory was not far from the manor, only a few days' journey by a fast horse.
Roland didn't dally on the road, only stopping briefly in the village where he had once taken shelter.
Time had passed, and the village had long since returned to normal, as if the Kobold attack had been nothing but a dream.
There were just fewer familiar faces and more strangers.
His brow furrowed when his gaze fell upon the inn that had been converted from the Blacksmith Shop.
The image of Marco, the blacksmith's ever-arrogant son, surfaced in his mind.
'That guy... he couldn't still be locked in the dungeon, could he?'
The thought was fleeting.
Amidst the clamor of the villagers, Roland gently spurred his horse and continued on his journey.
Unlike the treacherous terrain of Black Water Territory, which was covered in dense forests and mountains, Chenxi Territory was relatively more open.
