Several days later.
In front of the granary square.
Aaron was going through his daily training, wielding the slender cross-sword in his hand as if it had no weight.
During this time, he had been constantly trying to contain spirituality; although it eventually dissipated, it seemed to benefit his body, and his strength and speed increased once again.
"Or perhaps, it's because of the potions I've made before?"
Aaron wasn't quite sure, but being able to make further progress was undoubtedly a good thing.
"Sir Baron, something terrible has happened!"
As Aaron was preparing to continue, Ba Zhi ran over and reported with a grim face.
"Oh?" Aaron put down his long sword and furrowed his brow.
"A murder has happened in the village. Poor old Kru and his family were all killed. It appears that it was committed by outsiders..."
Ba Zhi said.
"Take me to see."
Aaron picked up his sword and asked Ba Zhi to lead the way.
