"Father! We must find a place to shelter from the rain!"
Hans wiped the rain from his face, exclaiming dejectedly.
However, the tall, thin figure in front of him didn't even turn his head.
"Father! How about we find a higher place, tie our two horses together, and hide under their bellies until the rain stops?"
Sunny finally turned to look at his disheveled son, yelling frustratedly "Shut up! As a knight of the Grant family, can't you withstand a bit of rain?"
Seeing his father's anger, Hans dared not complain further, but his face was still indignant, and he muttered under his breath: "Not a knight, a knight apprentice..."
The two braved the torrential rain for a while longer before Hans suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "Fire, Father! There's fire ahead!"
Sunny looked in the direction Hans pointed to, but his eyebrows furrowed slightly, wondering, "We should not have reached Springs Town yet, could it be passing travelers?"
