After just a few days, the old man recovered from his injuries, which had put him bedridden for some time, but now he is "all good"...

Shortly after Auru got his approval:

[Chief Goro: "Of course I would like you to help the man(?) who saved my life],

We packed our things and headed out.

After 30 minutes of walking through the golden wheat fields along the way, a sudden question pops into my mind:

["Auru, du you know, who the current ruler of *Theflheim* is?]

[Auru: "Ah, that would be his majesty *Alfonce Aldrake*]

So the old piece of trash is still alive, huh? I'm going to have to ask him personally if he was the one who sent those adventurers my way and turned me into "this"...

While traveling along the main road, a sudden thought crosses my mind:

["So Auru, do you know any spell?"]

[Auru: "N- No Mr. Igni, I don't, why do you ask?"]

["Just out of curiosity... I might have to teach you one or two, so you can protect yourself."]

[Auru: "That would make me really happy."]

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["Alright, then It's decided, but which spells should I teach you? ...

Do you have a rough idea, what kind of magic suits you?"]

[Auru: "Ehe, I don't think I've ever even thought about it..."]

["Hmmm... Alright, so we'll need to buy a basic grimoire.]

Basic grimoires are used to store magic power. And turn them into magic, best suited to the magical power stored inside. This allows people without healing magic to use it by buying a grimoire filled with the fitting magical power. This also a cheap way to find out which magic is suitable for oneself.

["Anyways, it's getting dark soon, we should probably set up camp."]

[Auru: "Ah, yes, that would probably be reasonable."]

We set up camp near a pine forest along the main road of Theflheim. The shadows of the large pines do only darken the gravel road further. The only light source is the campfire we made next to our sleeping bags and the firefly swirling through the forest.

The air is really fresh. It completely differs from the sulphuric dungeon where I used to live.

After the fire burnt for a while, the air is starting to smell smoky, A familiar smell. A smell, reminding me of the battlefield I used to lay to ashes with a single spell...

[Auru: "Shall I begin to cook some of the meat father gave us?"]

["Ah, sure, please do so."]

Wow, the meat the chief gave us smells so different from the monster meat that my servants used to prepare.

It smells so juicy and full of flavor.

[Auru: "So Mr. Igni, you said you weren't here in Theflheim for quite some time, how long has it been?]

["The last time I was here was right before the Demon Lord Ignatius was defeated.]

[Auru: "What? Have you been here ten years ago? I really didn't think you were so old."]

["Wait... TEN YEARS?! But a farmer from your village said the last war ended three years ago!"]

[Auru: "Well, yes, because the last war ended around three years ago. It was a war against Demon Lord Lucius, the one who took the title of Demon Lord after Ignatius died."

Lucius, you snake, how dare you take my title from me when you were my most loyal subordinate... If you're still alive, I'm gonna make you pay.