Not-So an Extra
Suddenly being thrown into the novel's world and possessing a pretty much fucked up character made him have no choice but to continue his life as a new identity. And just like any sane person who transmigrated into a book, of course, he would destroy every red flag that stood in his way. Yet, unbeknownst to him, every single thing he did was just wrecking the storyline more and even more; to the point that the plot had become utterly screwed, thanks to him. ===== A/N: This novel is heavily inspired by many famous video games.
Ch. 44: Refugee Camp [3]
Adrian dismounted from his horse and handed the reins to Fredinand before rolling his feet toward the center of the clearing. His cerulean eyes swept the vicinity and numerous black spots were seen strewn on the ground—remnants of bonfires.
Not only that, he also found wooden spikes used to tie down tents scattered throughout the area, as well as footprints. Given the vastness of the clearing, Adrian estimated that there were over three thousand people present. Still, no matter how he thought about it, it was utterly odd.
Considering the Refugee Camp and this place were only less than two hours away, how come no one found out about them? Was no one scouting the area? Not even the Knights from the Refugee Camp?
Nonetheless, the question did not stop. Erecting numerous giant tents was no easy feat, so why did they leave? Or maybe, there was something that forced them to do so?
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