At dusk.
On the distant hills.
Two men pulled the reins with their right hands, riding on horseback, gazing coldly at the distant village.
The man with a scar on his face narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering something unknown to others.
Behind him, a gaunt man spoke angrily, "Captain Isaac, I saw that merchant caravan enter the village."
The scarred man, known as Isaac, remained silent.
The gaunt man, Harvey, continued, "They killed three of our brotherhood members, we must avenge them!"
The scarred man kept scanning the village, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Located in a remote area, it was adjacent to the enemy country, Elfini.
How could it develop into a village with thirty to forty wooden houses!
Even more surprising, a merchant caravan has come to this place.
Isaac withdrew his gaze and looked at Harvey, "Are you sure that merchant caravan is loaded with goods? And is leading over twenty draft horses and oxen?"
