It was curfew time in the outside. Dudian flew forward along the street as he relied on his keen senses to avoid the soldiers in advance. He came out to wilderness and passed the whole line. It didn't take long for him to reach the small town on the outskirts. It was a dilapidate town with soldiers who had meager salaries. Some of the dozed off while the others chatted at the entrance of the town. Most of them were lazy to control the area because of the duties of the prayer day.
Dudian was wearing a mask as he reached the butcher. He was still going to buy an ironback pig. The middle-aged butcher had long recognized Dudian. He gave the ironback pig which was slaughtered in advance to the Dudian. Butcher's youngest son who hadn't slept came out and saw Dudian. He almost called out in fear but was scolded by the butcher. His wife took back the child to the room. Only whispers came out from the room which naturally ordinary people couldn't hear but couldn't escape Dudian's ears.
