The black raven flew for a long time before finally finding a mountain village.
"Why is there no one here?"
There wasn't even a trace of cooking smoke. Only an elderly man sat at the village entrance, looking utterly helpless.
Phield frowned and guided the raven to circle twice more. Aside from the missing villagers, there were no other unusual signs.
"My lord, your venison."
The maid Meg brought the food over, even carefully wiping away the sauce stains along the edge of the plate.
Just as Phield was about to eat, he suddenly heard distant commotion, faintly mixed with the barking of dogs. After becoming a Tier Two knight, his perception had greatly sharpened.
"Someone's approaching. Step back."
Phield signaled the maid to retreat and picked up his sword.
Sure enough, within a dozen seconds, the whistle of patrolling soldiers sounded from the forest.
The soldiers reluctantly set aside their food and began forming ranks, while Phield walked toward the source of the noise.
