Chapter 6
"You should feel the gra.s.s during winter," said Old Thane as he pulled his wagon. It was loaded to the brim with berries. His boots crushed thickets of tall gra.s.s underfoot with each step. "Some adventurers come out of here and need to have their feet cut. The cold rot turns them black and as hard and brittle as ice."
"And how do you manage?" said Li. Cold rot, as far as Li could tell from the symptoms he'd heard and read about, was what the people of this world called gangrene. He walked by Old Thane, feeling a little bad he wasn't doing any work other than being on guard duty, but the old man was too stubborn to let go of the wagon.
"I'm from the north, lad," said Old Thane with pride. "We brave winters far harsher than what these southern pups yelp at."
Gritting his teeth, Old Thane picked up the pace as he hefted the wagon through the Winterwoods. Normally, he talked much while walking, but right now, he was focused on getting to Modeste, the nearest village, as soon as possible.
Li did notice that Old Thane's accent was far different than anyone else's here. In real life terms, Old Thane's accent sounded Scottish while the regular Rivieran had a heavy French accent. Li's accent was apparently quite eloquent, sounding proper and enunciated like a n.o.ble.
Li didn't have much chance to really explore this world, busy as he was with farming, so he still learned many things as he went. He barely interacted with anyone other than Old Thane, and, on the old man's recommendation, always wore a hood when he went outside to prevent people from noticing that he was foreign. On top of that, he had switched out his Celestial robes to shabby common wear to fit in.
But really, in the end, he didn't care much about the world - his only world was the farm.
The trip to Modeste was two hours long on foot, but just shy of an hour in, there came a problem.
The road was blocked.
Not by bandits, thankfully, but knights. Three knights stood guard on the road, their blades and s.h.i.+elds drawn. Their armor glinted silver under the moonlight, their thick, bucket-shaped helms
Behind them, the forest had been cleared just enough to form a rudimentary camp. There were eight tents emblazoned with insignia bearing a purple rose. The coat of arms of the Lys,
In the middle of the tents was a blazing campfire with a pot of stew boiling atop it. Amid a makes.h.i.+ft bench hewn out of a fallen log, six more knights sat, chatting and drinking with their armor off.
"Halt," said one of the guarding knights lazily. It was evident he was quite tired. "The road is blocked on order of lord Dulance Lys."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Old Thane. He dropped the wagon and walked up to the knight. The knight stiffened a little but relaxed when he realized Old Thane was blind. "For what reason?"
"We're on royal a.s.signment to rid these woods of the deserter Drosso and his band of thieves." The knight took a pitying look at Old Thane. "If you wish to spend the night in our camp and head back under the safety of the sun, you may."
"A good offer, my friend, but pray, do tell, how long will this blockade last?" said Old Thane, his brows furrowed in anxiety.
"The bandit sc.u.m here multiply and hide like rats. Lord Lys intends to root out every single thug and hang them in the name of the good d.u.c.h.ess."
"How long?"
The knight s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably. "Perhaps two weeks, maybe more. But fear not, we, the knights of Lys, are renowned for our bladework. You shall walk this road untouched very soon."
Old Thane shook his head and came back to Li. "This is awful."
"Why?" said Li. "Can't we come back in a week or whenever they're done?"
"Our food, Li. It's been a month since I made this trip last, when I met you. We're running out. We'll have to trade at Riviera, but my berries will fetch so little coin that even two days' worth of bread will be hard to come by."
Li understood. He hadn't cared that the food was running out because he didn't need it to survive. Old Thane probably thought Li was just being polite. Li felt a twinge of guilt for not considering that Old Thane was only human.
"Two weeks, maybe more – with two of us eating, we'll have nothing," worried Old Thane. "I may have to sell the field, barren as it may be."
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That settled it. For almost thirty years, he had dreamed of being a farmer, and now he was living his dream. The farm was his pa.s.sion. His golden treasure. His art.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, would stand between Li and the farm. Not lords, not kings, not demons, not G.o.ds, least of all bandits.
Li reached out and squeezed Old Thane's shoulder. "Don't worry, old man, you won't have to sacrifice anything. Stay the night at this camp where you'll be safe."
Old Thane grabbed Li's arm with trembling hands. "Don't do anything stupid, lad."
"Don't you worry." Li smiled as he pried Old Thane's hands away. He patted the old man's back and cast [Deathbloom Triggerseed], placing a nondescript, tiny little black seed on his s.h.i.+rt. If the old man was attacked, then the seed would sprout, protecting him in an enclosure of defensive vines.
"I make this promise to you," said Li as he started walking away, down the road and into the dark. "You wanted your farm to live beyond you, right? To pa.s.s it down to me and see your life's work continue. Well, I swear to you that your farm will never fall."
Something came over Li. His words felt strange, almost disembodied, as if someone else was speaking for him, but he knew that they were the words he wanted to speak.
"Your work will triumph over the tests of time. It will bloom when kingdoms wither. It will stand when G.o.ds fall. When the Cycle waxes and life flowers, your work will bear fruits than to awe man and beast alike. When the Cycle wanes and life withers, your work will still remain fresh and green, reigning supreme over death itself. This, I promise and more."
Whatever came over him left almost as soon as it arose, and Li left Old Thane in an understandably confused state. Li understood that he would have to explain what he did and what he said later, but over a month of living with Old Thane, he trusted the kindly old man to keep his lips sealed.
For now, Li had some pest control to do.