A group of herders outside the city drove a large number of sheep slowly along the river. One of them was a little thin and covered in a ragged linen cloak, which was extremely conspicuous, but every time this figure swung his whip, he could drive the flock to the right route.

"Blue eyes, I heard that Bukhasuzi is holding a Damu Conference. Should we join in the fun?"

Just as everyone was concentrating on driving the sheep, a young orc suddenly ran to the thin figure and happily proposed the plan he had been brewing.

“Dharm Conference…”

The hoarse voice, the vicissitudes contained in it, are like an old man in his twilight years.

"It's...this disgusting smell again..."

Turning his head to the city not far away, the thin figure was stunned for a long time, and the flock of sheep was also very respectful and quietly stayed there.

"Kuda, please take care of the sheep for a while... I'll go back."

"Huh? Blue eyes, you..."

Before the orc could react, the person in front of him was gone, leaving only the whip with the remaining warmth in his hand, which proved that someone had existed before.
Chapter completed!