Chapter 20 (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

After the mountain fire completely died out, Roland shook the leaves and ash off his body, then walked back to Red Mountain Town.

He was very slow, because he was out of magic power. The regeneration effect provided by his equipment was not very obvious. Without magic power, he seemed much weaker.

When he returned to the bridge at the entrance of the village, he was greeted by Falken as well as a bunch of villagers.

Seeing that he was back, the villagers hailed him and asked if he was fine.

Falken reached him and cast Language Proficiency at him. Then he said with a smile, “It was quite a commotion that you caused.”

Roland turned around, only to discover a black spot on the green hill in the distance. It was as eye-catching as a bald spot on a beautiful girl’s head.

Roland shrugged and smiled awkwardly.

“How did it turn out?”

The other villagers looked at him hopefully. Everybody in Red Mountain Town loathed the giant spiders and hoped that someone could kill them.

“It was my first battle. I was too nervous and inexperienced, and I used too much strength,” said Roland in embarra.s.sment. “I only killed one giant spider.”

After a brief silence, the villagers cheered. They hated the spiders’ guts, but there was little they could do.

A few friendly villagers approached Roland and patted Roland’s shoulder, inviting him to visit their houses.

Roland declined their offers politely, knowing that it was only their gesture of kindness.

The villagers dispersed, and Falken and Roland were left alone on the bridge.

The sun was setting at this moment. When the crimson sun was reflected in the lake and the waves surged, the lake seemed to be burning. It was rather beautiful.

Looking at him, Falken suddenly said, “You seem to have changed.”

“Is it so obvious?” Roland was slightly surprised. He leaned on the rail and said slowly while gazing at the hills in the distance, “I just remembered my dream, or rather, what I looked forward to in the past. I thought it was an ungrounded fantasy that had been broken by reality. However, it was revived and occurred to me all over again.”

Falkan noticed a strange light in Roland’s eyes, barely visible but which gave off a feeling of brightness.

Once upon a time, Falken had such light in his own eyes, too.

“So, have you changed your plans?” asked Falken.

Roland shook his head. “No. I’m still going to travel and roam around.”

Roland’s tone was rather unfathomable thanks to the breeze from the lake.

Falken was slightly stunned. Roland’s answer was the same, except that he said it with a gentler tone this time.

Yet, Falken heard determination in it.

Previously, Roland’s answer was pa.s.sive, as if he was forced to do it.

But right now, he sounded as if he had found a goal for himself.

Why did the same reply feel so different?