The next morning,Verak woke up at the morning. The sunlight streamed in through the window and illuminated the small room. He got up from his bed and went to the kitchen; the smell of the food that entered his nose was heavenly. He felt hungry just from the smell; he didn't know how his father's food could be so delicious. He had eaten food prepared by many people before, like that time he dined in the banquet hall at the village chief's house. He wouldn't lie and say the food was bad; on the contrary, it was very good. But his father's food was on a completely different level.

As the food was placed on the table, Firak began to eat ravenously as if he hadn't eaten in days. Duran chuckled a little at this scene that was not new to him; his son's appetite was very large. Well, that wasn't strange—after all, he was his son.

After that, verak left the house and went to his usual job, which was fishing. The children in the village of Norland were a bit late in their development. If someone were to compare a child from a village like Norland with a child from a city or a noble family, they would find many differences. Firstly, the children of the mountain villages, like Norland, had bodies that were stronger than usual, and this was due to their way of life. An 8-year-old boy would go hunting like any other adult man, which resulted in the boy having a strong body that helped him hunt from a young age.

Verak left the house and descended from the small hill. The village was full of life for a reason that Virak did not know.

*Crack*

He heard footsteps behind him, and he felt something approaching his head, so he lowered his head involuntarily. Well, he was used to that.

"Ugh, how can you avoid it every time?"

Virak looked at the person in front of him; he was a boy of almost the same height, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was always, in a strange way, full of energy.

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"If you stop making noise before trying to hit me, Sven, you might succeed next time."

The boy named Sven laughed. He felt stupidity when he thought about how he make noises always. Sven was the only son of the village chief, and he was loved by the villagers for his cheerful personality. He was also very skilled at hunting despite his age.

"I will get you next time, watch out."

Sven smiled, his eyes filled with determination.

"Yes, just make sure you don't make any noise."

Verak said while laughing, he had forgotten when it all started, but it was funny.

"Anyway, have you heard? There will be a celebration at my parents' house today."

Verak were a little surprised; it was rare to hold celebrations at the village chief's house. Whatever the reason, it would be grand.

"Hey boy, step away from the road."

They heard the sound of horses behind them, and they jumped to the side involuntarily. The dust covered the entire place, and Firak and Sefin couldn't see anything. After a little while, the dust cleared in front of them, revealing many carts and numerous horses. Virak and Sefin did not know what was happening; they looked at one of the carts and saw a logo on it. Virak's eyes widened when he saw that. The logo featured three petals connected to each other. It was simple but carried great dignity.

In the continent of Azforth, there are many colossal powers that possess immense wealth and strength. They all fought among themselves for riches, but no one across the continent could deny the power and wealth of the Monroe family. The Monroe family was not particularly famous for their strength, but their true power lay in their limitless wealth and their sometimes devious methods of making money.

They could appoint the strongest sorcerers from their wealth, and this would not diminish it in any way. For example, Virak and Sven saw many magical knights and sorcerers, most of whom were at level 14. This level was not easy to reach, and often those who achieved this level had their pride soaring high.

"O bald ones, how dare you stand in the way?"

A boy who looked about 16 years old came out; he had reddish-brown hair and was wearing flashy clothes. There was a gold chain that connected from his collar to his chest.

Virak and Safin cannot speak; they did not know where they was wrong. They were smart enough to see that the person in front of them was important, just by his clothes. It was their good fortune that the village chief Richard arrived at the right time.

He had slightly curly blonde hair and deep blue eyes, with some wrinkles on his face. Richard greeted the boy and led the way to his home, followed by the knights and wizards.

Virak and the ship stood there, and they had a strange look.

He immediately understood what was happening. Every spring of every year, a trade caravan from the Monroe family would arrive; this was a common occurrence in the South, so everyone would hold a celebration when the caravan reached their town.

Virak and Sven looked at each other, knowing that there would be a lot of work to finish.