"Uncle Peyton!"
Recognizing the man's face, Roland waved excitedly.
He hadn't seen Peyton since the village was attacked by Kobolds.
However, when he corresponded with Sean, it was always this old mercenary before him who wrote the letters.
Those letters, in addition to Sean's caring reminders and updates, were always full of Peyton's witty remarks and jokes.
So even though they hadn't seen each other in a long time, the bond between them hadn't faded in the slightest.
"Celestial Father above..."
He couldn't see clearly in the twilight, but when the tall figure dismounted and walked closer, Peyton was so shocked that the stalk of wheat he was chewing fell to the ground.
He clearly remembered when they first met six months ago. The boy had been as thin as a reed, looking like he could be snapped by the wind at any moment.
But now...
