Kadi Village.
Aaron, carrying an elk on his back, walked into the village, casually greeting the villagers along the way.
"Uncle Zorro scored another hunt?"
"Truly impressive."
At this time, his identity was that of Uncle Zorro, a middle-aged hunter with slightly graying temples and a face weathered by time.
Aaron, holding the elk, walked straight through the village and stopped on a small hill.
At the top of the hill, a wooden cabin had been built, with fences made of branches surrounding it, filled with various herbal medicines.
A village girl wearing an apron was watering the herbs.
At the sound, she lifted her head, her face breaking into a smile: "Uncle Zorro..."
"Mm, is Iris around?"
Aaron set down the game and casually waved the wine pouch at his waist: "I'm here to have a drink with him."
"He's here!"
The village girl's smile grew even brighter, and she went over to open the door, clearly very trusting of Aaron.
