|| Chapter 149 || A Man Driven By Pain

It was the freshness of the air that caused a sigh of comfort escaped from the youth's lips. He was wearing the inner garments of his uniform which made him feel the coolness of the air around him a bit more. Tiny rocks crunched beneath his steps as he walked alongside the elder healer of the naga tribe. 

As he walked, his gaze intently observed his surroundings. The tribe was big. They planted crops, raised livestock, and the people were helpful and cooperative with each other. They lived in peace within the dangerous forests and seems to be used to the horrors of the forests. What amazed Moulin was the female naga's skill of weaving. Their techniques were unique and produced beautiful results. Their works were used to decorate their homes and for clothing.