Chapter 25: The Frost Has Come (2/2)

The old man instantly changed his noncommittal attitude towards Angora to overflowing respect following his miraculous feats.

It was a pity that despite Angora’s several attempts, he could not turn the old man’s perspective to ‘the great one is not Angora but the God of Games’. Otherwise, the old man’s passion alone would certainly have made devout believer.

“By the way, has there been more sightings of revenants outside of town?” Angora asked concernedly.

At the moment, everything in town was developing steadily. It was only those revenants roaming beyond that worried Angora.

“None yet.” The old man shook his head even as he held the bag tightly before his chest as if it was treasure. “Apart from the skeletons they saw at first, the young hunters still found nothing after patrolling for days around the area.”

“Is that so…” Angora sighed slightly in relief.

“My lord, you don’t really have to worry about it—Vela might have exaggerated things because of her lack of experience: it is perfectly ordinary for the royal army to miss one or two of those bone fiends in their purge, and they would never hold out against our hunters.”

The old man could see that Angora was quite concerned with the matter and hence helped reassure him. “Moreover, the army actually set the forests on fire just to kill them all. Indeed, the fact they withdrew so carefreely also makes it clear that not many of those revenants are still around.”

“Won’t new revenants come out from the Valley of the Tragic Dead?” Angora asked.

“They won’t. The revenants wouldn’t leave the valley in winter, or in the very least that had never happened in the sixty-odd years of my life. Be at ease, my lord—it would be fine.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” Angora sighed.

Unlike the old man, he had the cheating device that was the System even if he lacked the mayor’s experience.

After all, the quest panel which usually did not really have much of a presence suddenly started to alert him to the quest: defend the town, wait for reinforcements. Out of his trust towards the System or indeed the mysterious god who created it, Angora felt that there would be enough revenants coming to threaten the whole town!

‘It would be nice to know when the other Players would arrive,’ Angora thought.

The quest itself required him to hold out until the other Players could reach them, and if that was the case, there must be fighters amongst those other believers… just like the knightly escorts of most liege lords.

Why wasn’t there be a countdown timer that tells when the other Players would come like the oats?

Just as Angora brooded, he suddenly shuddered.

The northern wind was howling. The weather seemed colder.

Angora looked up, but found that the skies that were perfectly clear for miles was suddenly laden with clouds of gloom.

A tiny white snowflake floated down from the darkening sky.

The frost has come…