The crowd gathered around us, watching every move we made. Every villager murmured to themselves and pointed their forefingers in our direction, judging the general and his ways. In a few seconds, those idle talks became fears carved on their eyes as they met the soldier's eyes.
It only told us that the general had the power to move the villagers. However, that was not all. Since the three of us were new adventurers inside the town, the general bid us his farewell and returned to his duties.
Since that man told us he was just inspecting the post, I expected we would meet again. Although the town had wide streets and various directions, that general knew every corner of this city. He could always track us down if he wanted to.
"Fenrir, shush. He's not worth our time. Once we finish collecting some meals, herbs, and other resources, the three of us will proceed to the demonic kingdom. How about that?" I asked, while attempting to pat Fenrir's hair.
