Maylon looked at Weed like a frightened rabbit.
He had a calm look on his face.
There was a smile on his face but it looked a little bit annoyed.
He was taking something like this on calmly.
‘I really admire Weed. Not even the toughest adventurers would be able to take on those quests.’
Zephyr said with admiration.
“The Church of Freya came all the way out here from the temple just to hear Weed’s response.”
In actuality it was quite different. Weed wanted to run to anywhere that isn’t here. However, the Paladins approached them at a very quick pace and he was completely surrounded.
He forced on a rotten smile.
‘Why did they chase me out here…’
Weed frown at Alveron and said.
“What’s going on?”
“The cold and monster infested land of Morata. Ever since the fight against the True Blood Vampires, Paladins have been dispatched to police the province.”
“So what?”
For some time, Weed had stayed in Morata to combat the True Blood Vampires.
Ice stretched across the desolate land.
At the end the people that were turned to stone were awakened.
“Do you know the history of the North?”
“The north’s history?”