"Those wilderness monsters, no matter how fierce, how could they possibly kill a noble lord surrounded by elite guards? I can't understand."
Seeing the apprentice's face full of confusion mixed with astonishment, the old merchant's lips curled upwards, revealing a highly satisfied smile.
He particularly enjoyed the emotional fluctuations of young people due to the unknown.
Especially anticipating seeing the other's shocked and stunned expression upon learning the truth, it always brought him a bit of pleasure as the storyteller, as if seeing his former self.
The old merchant leisurely shook off the water droplets accumulated on his raincoat, the drops fell with a crackle.
He cleared his throat and continued his narration.
To train his successor and let the future ruler of the territory accumulate merits and prestige, Viscount Ironthorn sent him to this wilderness, accompanied by many elite family guards including the Alchemy Golem.
