They all looked at the village. From what they could see, the village was completely surrounded by the walls, some of them were even fashioned from wood that would break easily.
“How strange indeed… what happened here....”
Even after hearing the young man’s uneasy questions, Ainz still didn’t say anything, because the last time he visited the village it was as the Magic Chanter ‘Ainz Ooal Gown’, and right now he was the Adventurer Momon.
Ninya interrupted with a serious face:
“Maybe I’m worrying too much… but I clearly remember the village from the last time I came here, and I noticed two very suspicious differences. One is that even now I don’t see anyone working in the fields and the other one is that some of the wheat has already been harvested.”
Looking towards the direction Ninya was facing, they could clearly see that parts of the wheat fields had already been harvested.
“I see. In that case… what exactly happened here?”
Ainz with an uneasy expression said to everyone:
“...Everyone, please leave this to us. Nabel, please use your flight magic to survey the village.”
After listening to Ainz’s instructions, Nabel activated her concealment magic and disappeared. Following that, Narberal finished chanting her flying magic, then no trace of her was left behind. Everyone waited on the road, when Naberal’s figure suddenly reappeared in the same place and she gave her report:
“...The villagers are moving normally within the village and it doesn’t look like they are under orders or commanded by someone. There’s also another field on the other side of the village where the villagers are currently working at.”
“... Well, looks like I was just too worried.”
“There shouldn’t be any problems then. In that case, we should continue… right?”
Peter looked for Enfrea’s and Ainz’s opinions, who both agreed.
Since the road to the village became narrower and narrower, the group formed a single column and walked to the entrance of the village.
The wheat fields scattered on both sides of the road swayed in the wind and dyed the wheat green. From their point of view, it looked like they were immersed in a green pond.
“Eh?”
The carriage was rattling forward when Lukeluther, who was second in line, suddenly spoke in a puzzled voice and carefully looed at the wheatfields. Even though it wasn’t harvest time yet, the wheat stalks still reached a height of seventy centimeters, making it difficult to look into the sea of wheat.
“What’s wrong?”