The translation equipment through the earpiece allowed them to somewhat understand these villagers' conversations with each other.
However, the conversations among the villagers were entirely mundane and pointless, yielding no valuable information.
Kane and his group wandered around the village listening for half a day, absorbing only life's trivialities and exchanges that bore no significance.
Not a trace of useful intel was revealed.
At that moment, a creature resembling a horse emerged from within the village, pulling a wooden cart.
On the cart were some sacks, seemingly filled with the village's grain.
A few sturdy-looking male villagers surrounded the cart, wielding sticks in their hands.
An elderly man, over fifty years old, hunched on the back of the horse-like creature, steering the cart.
"This must be their grain transport convoy; let's follow it. We won't gather any useful information here in the village, maybe we'll find something in the bigger city,"
