Chapter 159: King of Burst (1/2)

”What? Are you crazy? Did you even hear what I said?”

”Yes... But I am concerned about the well-being of my fellow passengers... What if they were caught by those monsters? Who will be able to avenge them if they died, and who will be able to rescue them if they were still alive? Apart from me, there's no one else that can do that at the moment! We're too far away from any large city and requesting help from them would most definitely cost an arm or two!” Calvin urged.

The farmer stared right at Calvin, complicated emotions flashing across his face. If he led Calvin into the Village of Tulog, he would most certainly die. But if Calvin didn't go there to rescue his fellow passengers, then those passengers would definitely die under the hands of those deranged bastards.

The farmer hesitated for a moment, but he was finally convinced when Calvin revealed a particular seal.

The seal was plastered on the surface of a piece of paper and it said...

[For the protection of the people, by the people...]

”That adage...” The farmer exclaimed, ”You're part of the police! An Inspector?!”

Calvin let out a smile, 'What a convenient misunderstanding. The adage used by the Police to remind them that they are serving the people of the Joselian Kingdom is also the adage that the Cavaliers are using for the same purposing. Flashing this towards civilians along with the official seal of the Church is indeed really useful for subterfuge.'

”That's right, I'm a Police Inspector from Ashmelion en route to the Capital City of Laguna for a Mission Order. However, since I am going to a place that is out of my jurisdiction. I need to pretend that I am a civilian until I properly identified myself to the authorities in Laguna. I know that this is confusing to you, and I will not explain any further.”

”You just have to understand one thing.”

”I am not out here to harm anyone or anybody...”

”I am here to do my duty to the people of the Joselian Kingdom.”

”To serve and protect.”

Calvin stuck his chest out and his acting was so magnificent that the farmer was visibly moved.

”All right, I will tell you... I will see to it that the map that I will be making is as detailed as possible.”

”Thank you.” Calvin slightly bowed his head in appreciation to the farmer.

”Your words are wasted on me.” The farmer let out a smile.

He then stood up and made a sidelong glance at Calvin, ”Since I am going to make you a map, I will have to talk to the Village Chief about this. He's the only one in here that has the materials that I need to make you a map.”

Calvin smiled brightly at the farmer and the two of them walked out of the door. The farmer kept on glancing at Calvin for some reason, while Calvin tried his best to maintain the slight smile on his face. He looked around the hamlet and noticed that it was just slightly smaller than a village. From afar, it looked small and tight, but now that he was here, the hamlet was actually bigger with more houses inside its fences.

What's more, the houses in the inner parts of the hamlet didn't seem to be constructed out of inferior wooden materials. In fact, they were made out of bricks and from their desire as well as their architecture alone. They wouldn't lose out against the houses of any of the big cities, such as Ashmelion and Laguna!

'Why are such advanced houses here in such a rural village? What the hell are the people who built these houses thinking?' Calvin thought.

The farmer noticed his confusion as he said, ”I am sure that you are curious as to why there are those kinds of houses in a place like this, right? Well, let me tell you this. Our village was actually a popular tourist spot a few decades ago. We would receive tens of thousands of visitors a year due to the natural hot springs, but all of these changed ten years ago.”

”Our hot springs dried out, and the water running from the top of the mountains down to us didn't feel warm anymore. It was as if something had taken the warmth of the earth. What's more, when the drought started. People started disappearing one by one. Until now, no one knows as to what are the final fates of those that disappeared since they had never been found...”

”Not even a body was found.”

”It was also ten years ago when the population in our village started declining. I also sent my daughters and sons away from this village, since I know that it was only about time until the village crumbles to dust and forgotten. The only reason why we the old men and women cannot bear to abandon this village is our attachment to this land where we were born and where we lived most of our lives...”

”As for our daughters, sons, and grandchildren?”

”We can't possibly let them live in this kind of environment.”

”That is why I hope that you won't be shocked to discover that there are no young people in this village.”

”All of us are old, with nothing to offer but our kind smiles and the stories of our past.”

The farmer let out a melancholic laugh.

The two continued on their journey with the farmer continuously talking while Calvin kept his silence to listen.

Eventually, the two reached the house of Village Chief.

The farmer knocked on the doors and when the owner of the house heard his voice, the door was quickly opened.

”Who are you?” The so-called Village Chief was an eighty-year-old man with what looked like a permanent frown on his face.

”Hello, my name is Calvin.” Calvin promptly introduced himself while the farmer quickly explained everything to the Village Chief before the situation turned sour. After all, he knew more about the Village Chief than Calvin. He knew too well that the Village Chief didn't have the best of attitudes in their small village.

”No... I cannot let that happen... Sending him there basically means that we are sending him to die. I cannot let that happen. Besides, how can you be so sure that there are still potentially any survivors from that wagon? What's more, if they are indeed attacked by the bandits, then how did they arrive here? Wouldn't it be more appropriate for those bandits to kill them instead of letting them run?” The Village Chief asked.

The farmer froze.

He didn't know what to say.

Indeed, he hadn't noticed the plot hole in Calvin's story. If their wagon did meet a bandit group, why were they still alive? Wouldn't those bandits slaughter the men, and take the women with them instead of carelessly letting them escape which might potentially make them land on the radars of the authorities in Ashmelion or even worse, in Laguna?