After finishing his meal, Luke stepped out of the house, dressed in a new set of clothes he had bought from the system for two points. There was nothing particularly special about them, just ankle-length trousers that allowed free movement and a grey sleeveless vest, suited for the rising heat.
As he walked past several houses, he noticed something had changed. The fear and caution that once lingered in people's hearts had faded.
Children spilled out onto the streets, people opened their shops, and farmers returned from their fields with smiles on their faces.
Truly, having a strong protector allowed a village to breathe in peace. And that was exactly why the chief collected rotation fees every week.
"Though I am sure he saves more than a thousand toras from each rotation," Luke muttered under his breath. There were fewer than ten guards under the chief's command, and their wages usually ranged from two hundred to seven hundred toras.
