Hellbents
Chapter 199: The Boring Village
"Dion, help your father out there!"
"Good, Mom!"
The smell of wet soil tickled the teenager's nose as he stepped foot into a wheat field. The dawn had already fed the cows and chickens they had, so like a routine that never changed, his father must have been in the fields, planting new seeds according to the upcoming season.
And, he's right.
"Ah, Dion, help me hoe for a second!"
Without saying further, Dion complied, as usual.
...
Uninspiring.
Dion was a child of a normal couple, living in a village whose population did not even reach three digits, worse there were only 4 people he could call "peers". Every day Dion hoped that at least an adventurer would pass through their village, bringing up suspenseful stories that finally made his heart beat.
Unfortunately, that never happened.
Perhaps he should be grateful, because the absence of adventurers meant that there was no danger threatening the safety of the villagers.
No gate is at risk of spewing monsters.
There are no goblin nests or other creatures to exterminate.
No criminals sneak between them.
There's no danger.
...
Uninspiring.
The story books he read in the public library were far out of date, Dion was no longer interested in children's fairy tales. Now, the only entertainment he got was news in the paper, and he had to wait once a month for Mr. Kolly the library keeper to update their stock, because the publication of daily warta did not reach their remote village.
He wanted to venture into a big city.
Perhaps he could work as a horse guard in the house of a noble? Although many say that dealing with nobles will only bring misfortune to the common people.
Or could he be a porter for an adventurer group? But his parents would not agree because it would be considered too dangerous.
Uh! Newspaper introduction! That way he can read the newspaper for free, and his work will not be life threatening. Well .. provided he doesn't meet with thugs or bandits when out there.
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Maybe a little self-harm wouldn't be a big deal?
As the elders in their village said, every life choice must have risks.
If all options are risky, what if he chooses the least boring ones?
So, when the gate suddenly appeared above his head as he and his friends searched for wild berries on the outskirts of the forest, Dion felt a pounding.
But not until one day passed, now he must eat his own words.
This is his mistake.
Because his prayer to escape from the trap of boredom finally came true.
But what about the price he has to pay?
This was definitely one of the punishments he had to accept due to his lack of gratitude.
This is his mistake.
That's why he also has to fix it.
Erlin who was crying from the morning for a while would not help. Well, naturally, he and Ryan are close like brothers.
Good.
The first step, checking the library, may be that there will be information about "traitors" among them.
...
Dion nearly choked on the wind as the woman referred to as the princess stood in front of her desk. If dealing with nobles is already dangerous, what about royalties?
But the princess .. was more relaxed than she thought.
Well, that's what Dion thought before Ava tried to stab him in the neck with a steak knife.
Because even though he continued to complain of burnout, Dion was actually never in a situation of genuine harm.
Even the death of his best friend only brings guilt, not fear.
Right, he's scared.
These fears are completely different when their fields are hit by drought or flooding.
Or when their farms do not produce products due to lack of feed.
Or when the elders one by one get sick because the body has weakened.
Because at that time his death was still far away.
"A life-threatening lethal attack will automatically be blocked, but other contact is still allowed. But of course, the traitor could have done anything because of the role he played."
The traitor ...
Ah, he must immediately catch the culprit who killed Ryan to complete this quest.
A successful quest will get them out of here.
Zap up!
Now, he must convince the others to immediately select a suspect.