Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 732 Aegon's Watcher

Let's go back to the village.

This should be considered an excellent hiding spot in the nearby mountains. It is nestled against the mountains and by the water, surrounded and protected by rugged and steep valleys. The entrance and exit are also hidden. One is a crevice in the rock wall of the valley, and the other is towards the remote port of the Zulo River. It is basically on the edge of Ula Xilu, but it is in the blind spot of the tower.

There are no elderly people in the village, not even adults.

They were all children, and the oldest among them was only Kai's age.

Many of the children have physical or intellectual disabilities, but the village is managed in an orderly manner by them, and these simple but sturdy thatched houses are built by them bit by bit.

Furthermore, the children gave Freya the largest room in the village, which contained the largest thatched bed.

After all, Freya was probably the tallest person they had ever seen.

The eldest child is named Aegon, a very boyish name, but she is a girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Aegon claims to be the captain's daughter, and it's thanks to her diligent help in taking care of Freya these past few days.

She seemed to know everything and was skilled at everything, from chopping wood and hunting to basic dressing and bandaging.

Her skin was dark from being exposed to the scorching sun of the Northwest, but she had a pair of deep blue eyes as deep as the sea, perhaps because her father was a ship captain.

...

Of course, the two sides did not get along so well from the beginning.

In fact, the village children were initially terrified by the visit of Milo, this blood-stained stranger.

The younger children quickly hid, while the other boys, like Aegon, nocked their longbows and spears.

Milo did not use fear as a means of controlling the children.

Instead, he took out the map that belonged to the captain, successfully gaining the trust of Aegon and the other children. In addition to the route map marked by the captain, there was a message written on the back, which was to tell the children about the origins of Milo and Freya.

As it turns out, sometimes the methods of those in power are more efficient, because just before Milo handed the map to the children, an overreacting Aegon stabbed him in the thigh...

Milo, of course, wouldn't hold a grudge against the child.

This stab wound allowed him to comfortably sit on the edge of the bed, in a corner, on the steps in front of the door, or by the well for the next three or four days, waiting for the children to bring him the food and water they had prepared.

Although Aegon was taciturn and didn't like to talk, it was clear that she felt guilty about stabbing Milo, which could be seen from her diligent care for Freya in the past few days.

Children may not be good at expressing themselves, but their eyes don't lie.

Because the captain clearly stated in his message that Milo and Freya had saved his life.

Besides.

There are many children in the village who are born with disabilities and cannot walk normally. Several children with twisted leg bones and difficulty moving often sit together about four or five meters away from Milo, staring at Milo, the outsider, with big eyes. Their eyes are filled with both curiosity and vigilance. When one of the little fools in the group falls asleep, the others will "sharply" knock on him to wake him up.

Milo has successfully integrated into the cripple's group; wherever he goes, the three little ones are always by his side.

It's not hard to see that these three little guys were sent by Aegon to monitor Milo.

The little girl was young but very mature and cautious in her actions. Even though Milo had her father's map and handwritten message, she still made the three little ones stay close to Milo.

Even Milo began to suspect that the stab wound to his calf was not an overreaction by Aegon, but rather a deliberate act.

After all, a crippled stranger is definitely more reassuring than a lively, energetic one.

If someone has difficulty moving around, then they're easy to monitor, aren't they?

...

Milo, of course, wouldn't feel even the slightest bit annoyed.

Only a child like Aegon could survive in the wild, right?

Every day, as she went in and out of the village taking care of Freya, she would inadvertently glance at the injury on Milo's leg whenever she passed by.

Milo deliberately refrained from using other methods to accelerate the wound's healing, hoping to put the child at ease.

Sometimes Milo couldn't help but wonder when he had become so gentle. Was it because the gentle fire had burned so much that it had softened him?

Of course, the main reason he eventually discovered was that Freya was no longer unconscious, and he wasn't so shameless as to want to drink a few more mouthfuls of bloody liquid.

……

Aegon was usually very quiet.

In the village, she was essentially the role of a parent or leader. In addition to hunting, farming, and making tools, she was also responsible for many other tasks that the children couldn't do, such as building thatched huts.

Sometimes she could be quite fierce, especially when some naughty little ones got into trouble; she would whip them with willow branches.

In fact, everyone in the village speaks very little.

But one night, when Milo was wandering aimlessly through the village, he happened to hear Aegon holding the child with intellectual disabilities and trying to lull him to sleep in front of a thatched hut.

The child was probably having a nightmare; he kept crying and babbling, but because of his intellectual disability, he couldn't utter a single complete word...

Aegon sang a lullaby to the poor child and whispered softly to lull him to sleep.

That was the first time Milo had ever heard Aegon utter more than ten syllables at once.

That night, Milo chose to quietly bypass them without disturbing them.

In short, this is a village with extremely simple and even harsh conditions, but with a touch of warmth in its details.

There are 112 children in the village, all of whom have varying degrees of physical or intellectual disabilities. But what impressed Milo the most were the three little ones who followed him around all day except when they were eating, drinking, or using the toilet.

Oh wait, these three even followed me around during mealtimes, clutching a bowl of porridge bigger than their own faces...

In the following days, Milo was not completely idle. Before Freya fully recovered her mobility, he did his best to help the skinny bear children in the village with some chores, and he kept a close watch on the movement at the village entrance area, since it was only separated from Ula Xilu by a mountain ridge, almost back to back.

The search for the fallen sea dragon by the Kingdom of Losk is probably still ongoing, and it shouldn't be able to track it down to land anytime soon, but Milo dares not be careless.

He decided that as long as Freya was alright, he would leave here and head to the Nashchok Mountains as soon as possible.

The longer I stay in the village, the stronger the urgency to leave becomes.

Milo knew very well that he and Freya did not belong here, nor should they be here.

……

In fact, Freya's recovery speed is already considered fast.

At the beginning, his entire body was covered in broken skin and flesh, but now only the three penetrating wounds have not fully healed, while the rest of the wounds have been completely healed.

One of the penetrating wounds was located in the thigh.

So now there's another lame person in the village with difficulty walking.

The sight of two large men followed by three smaller ones limping through the village was somewhat comical.

...

As dusk fell, darkness and chill gradually enveloped everything in sight.

Milo and Freya sat on the steps in front of the thatched hut.

“We’ll leave here the day after tomorrow, after it gets dark,” Milo said.

“Okay.” Freya nodded.

Instead of asking where to go next, she remained silent for a moment before asking, "Am I stupid?"

After waking up, Freya seemed to be in a very low mood.

Unfortunately, the person next to him is a soul that devours fear, but cannot consume sorrow.

"Shouldn't you be incredibly lucky? You've managed to survive this." Milo shrugged.

“Yeah, hehe.” Freya chuckled along.

After laughing for a couple of seconds, she cautiously asked again:
"How about... um, could we leave tomorrow?"

Milo was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected Freya to be in such a hurry to leave the village even more than he was.

"Can your body handle it?"

"I'm definitely fine, it's just that I definitely can't fly for the time being..." Freya stammered for a long time before finally saying, "It's because, because there's a strange smell here, and I feel very uncomfortable."

"weird smell?"

Milo frowned; he didn't quite understand Freya's meaning.

Then Milo turned around and pointed to one of the three little ones crouching in the grass not far behind him, and asked, "Are you referring to that little bastard?"

As Aegon's watchers, the three little ones not only ate together but also kept Milo within their sight even when Milo was taking a dump.

That's right, at that moment, that guy was squatting in the grass a few meters away, making fertilizer.

...

"No, no... uh, although there is a smell, I'm not talking about them." Freya waved her hands repeatedly, saying with a conflicted expression, "It's a strange smell coming in from outside. I feel very uncomfortable, very... I can't say."

"It's alright, it's alright, we'll leave tomorrow then." Before Freya could burst into tears, Milo quickly patted her head of silver hair, while simultaneously unleashing his omnipotent gentle flames towards Freya, successfully calming her restless emotions.

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Nizhny Novgorod.

In front of the prayer hall with the hooked fingers.

The captain watched with a complex expression as the temple priest led the children he had brought one by one through the temple doors. Around them, many believers with their fingers intertwined knelt on the bluestone floor, chanting ancient prayers in unison.

He received a bag of gold coins from the priest.

But after a fierce internal struggle, he called out to the departing priest, saying that this time he didn't need the gold, he only wanted the chance to step into the prayer hall...

The priest stated that the opportunity to be tested by the gods cannot be bought with gold.

The captain stated that he had accumulated enough temple stones...

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(End of this chapter)