The house in front must be at least thirty years old. Its fully wooden structure had begun to warp under years of wind and sun exposure. The door frame and window frame looked crooked and skewed, as the wind blew, the loose door panels swung, making a "bang bang" sound, making people feel like it could fall off at any moment.
"There's someone over there." Soka landed beside them, pointing her little finger towards the west of the town: "I see many people gathered there, I don't know what they're doing."
Lynch grabbed Zilvra and headed westward, as if a blazing fire was ignited behind him, urging him forward.
The villagers were huddled together at the west of the town, with fully armed knights at the center. Their armor was polished like mirrors, and pennants hung on the lances in their hands. Everyone was silent, with only a person in a wide priest robe standing in the middle speaking.
