The autumn night was quite peaceful, and the scent of pine resin made people feel relaxed. Regardless of whether the village militia was asleep or how the tribal archers in the encampment were sleeping, Military Merit Nobility Aitz was comfortably asleep on the village chief's grass bed anyway!
"Praise the Chief Divine! This sleep was so comfortable that my whole body feels relaxed... Ah, not bad, truly not bad!"
The next morning, Woodpecker Aitz was smiling as he ate the village's flatbread and made "promises" to the garrison leader Tagu beside him.
"Chief Divine bless! When I return from fighting next year, if I pass through here again, I will definitely come and sleep once more!..."
"Ah?!..."
Upon hearing Woodpecker Aitz's words, the garrison leader Tagu felt as if struck by lightning. His hand trembled, causing the warm flatbread to fall to the ground. He glared at Aitz with wide eyes, wishing he could pick up his spear and stab Aitz right in the face.
