Chapter 7: The Stranger's Intent
As Adam moved towards the village square, the morning air was fresh. The scent of the fresh grass mixed with the pure aroma of baked bread from the distant village. His eyes were fixed on every corner, his steps slow and deliberate. The feedback system gave him a chance, but it also brought problems that he could not forget. The task of investigating the stranger emerged in his mind, pushing him forward.
The square was quieter than before, the bustling merchants had calmed down. Adam's ears caught bits of conversation as he walked.
"Did you hear? The passerby asked a lot of questions."
"There might be trouble. The strangers are still there. "
Adam's jaw clenched. It was impossible to guess who the whisperers were.
turned into a corner and froze. A scary stranger was leaning against a wooden post. His sharp eyes locked on Adam with a mischievous look and a smile on his lips.
"You are early," said the man.
Adam did not move and met him with a calm heart. "What do you want?"
The man laughs and goes around like a wolf looking for his food. "Straight to the point, right? I love you. He stood and folded his arms. You have ... strength. But strength like yours can't be hidden for long. "
Adam's fingers moved to the polished sword His voice was strong under his arm. "If you're here to threaten me, I think you should think twice."
The man raised his hand in mockery, his laugh breaking up the tension. "Calm down. However, I am not your enemy. His voice dropped, his face looked at Adam's great concern. What "jobs" do you do? Turn trash into treasure? This is no ordinary skill."
Adam's heart pounded, though his face didn't show it. "And why? Are you sure?" he asked.
"Thanks to his name," the man
replied in a tone that was nothing but flattering. "I've come to know power when I see it. And power like yours… well, let's just say it attracts attention—both good and bad."
Adam remained silent, considering his options. The man's words were not malicious, but they had a blank face to them. They weren't meant as anger - they were a warning.
"What do you want from me?" Adam finally asked.
The man said, "Company." "You have the skills, and the… connections. We can build something bigger than this last village."
Adam's eyes widened as he studied the man. His expression was calm, his expression unreadable. But beneath the calm exterior, Adam sensed the man's intent.
"I'll think about it," Adam said, his voice measured.
The man laughed and walked back. "That's right. But not for long. These places do not wait forever. He turned, disappearing into the crowd, his form swallowed up by the morning rush.
That night Adam sat outside the house, a sword resting on his lap. The cool night air rustled his hair as he looked up at the stars. The words of a stranger touch his mind. Opportunity. Connection. A greater opportunity
His mind becomes confused. The system is his secret, His importance in this chaotic world is a problem he can't talk to anyone about - especially not a stranger.
Question: Assess the Stranger's motives. >
Stronger returns than the main cases. >
glowing words hang before him, illuminating the night like a silent oath. Adam woke up, his grip on the hilt of the sword. "I guess I should do it," whispered. Trust earned, not given, Adam was never ready To play someone he didn't know. But knowledge is power, and if the stranger wanted to play, he had to learn the rules - how to win.
The stars shone overhead, and Adam swore to remain silent. No matter what lies ahead, he will show loyalty and ensure the safety of his family no matter the cost.