Six months later, in Grey Stone Town, Hans Viscount Domain.
This once-desolate town had now replaced New Wood Town of the Duval Baron's Domain, becoming a vital hub on the Northern Trade Route.
Despite the winter, the town bustled with the clamor of horses and carriages all day long as caravans from all over flowed in and out endlessly.
Not even the swirling blizzards could dampen the people's love for "Henry."
That afternoon, a thin boy named Lime trudged through the filthy slush on the ground, expertly navigating the noisy market before arriving at a rented house on the east side of town.
He knocked lightly on the door and called out, "Uncle Carlos? I have news!"
The door swung open, revealing a middle-aged man with a weathered face.
He had a prominent scar below his left eye, his salt-and-pepper hair was messily tied back, and his rough hands were covered in calluses. He looked just like a battle-hardened, wandering mercenary.
