Embarking on the Journey (End of Volume)

"All the disasters have been eliminated!"

At this moment, the people of Haystack Village forgot about their sorrows and began to celebrate. The drunken people treated the Bonfire Party as a replacement celebration of the Harvest Festival. They drank, sang, danced, wrestled, and bragged.

Parr sat at the edge of the field and gloomily chewed on barbecued meat and bread. His body was too small. Thus no one paid attention to him. The surviving children of Haystack Village did not dare to approach him either, for he had scared them all by killing all the zombies.

"Only delicious food and Life Energy Points can comfort me now."

Parr ate the golden-colored, fragrant barbecued meat while opening the data panel to take a look. Finally, a smile appeared on his tiny face.

Life Energy Points: 40

Spiritual Energy Points: 126

Since Parr was the final disciple of Rotes, the village butcher, all the roasted meat in tonight's Bonfire Party came from the chickens and sheep that Parr killed. Therefore, Parr obtained 22 Life Energy Points.

What made Parr somewhat dissatisfied was that the chickens were too small. Killing four or five of them would only give him 1 Life Energy Point. Even the large sheep only gave him 1 Life Energy Point too. He didn't gain any Spiritual Energy Points. Hence Parr guessed that he had to kill people to attain them.

"If I want to kill, I will kill the cultists!"

Parr shook his head and turned off the data panel to look at the people singing and dancing in front of the bonfire. They did not dance very well and were just randomly moving about. However, with the atmosphere tonight, their dances carried a different atmosphere.

Parr ate as he watched. Soon, he was attracted to a blonde girl with blue eyes. The girl displayed the best dance tonight. Parr felt that she must have received dance training, so he searched his memory and found it true!

The girl's name was Dani. She was previously married. Unfortunately, her husband died early, and she became a widow. However, this did not affect her popularity in Haystack Village. She was gorgeous and knew how to sing and dance. Thus many young men in Haystack Village liked her.

"Dani is indeed pretty. She is much more beautiful than the internet celebrities in my previous life. At least, she is pure and natural."

Parr looked at her with admiration. Everyone had a heart for beauty. His body was not old enough, but his soul was already more than experienced. Theoretically, someone like him would not watch a beautiful woman dance for anything else other than to be happy.

"It seems that Dani has also taken a liking to Uncle John! I have to say, handsome people are popular everywhere."

After the singing and dancing ended, Dani boldly walked towards John. Parr ignored what happened later because he turned his gaze to the wine barrel not far away.

"Gulp! After eating so much, I'm a little thirsty now."

Swallowing his saliva, he stood up and patted his stomach. Parr looked left and right like a thief. After finding that no one was paying attention to him, he hurriedly ran to the wine barrel to get a glass of ale. He tasted it and was satisfied.

"The alcohol content is a little low, though. I can drink a barrel of this alcohol!" Parr drank up the ale in his glass in one gulp as he said that.

Wow!

Bang!

Right after, Parr rolled his eyes and felt that the world was spinning. He was forced to lie down.

After the Bonfire Party ended, Old Jack found Parr unconscious. A helpless smile immediately appeared on his big face.

"You little b*stard, you're stealing ale and drinking again! Have you forgotten the lessons of the past?" After slapping Parr's butt a few times, Old Jack scolded carried the drunk Parr back home.

…

After the Bonfire Party, John stayed in Haystack village for two days. He asked Old Jack to prepare some supplies for his long trip to help him recover faster.

On the eve of the dawn of the third day, while the villagers were still sleeping soundly, John knocked on the door of Parr's house.

Creak!

Old Jack opened the door. When he saw John, he was not surprised. He allowed John to enter.

"Sir John? Are you leaving so early?"

"Yes, I am."

John nodded indifferently and walked into the yard, "I don't like people sending me off in public. It's too troublesome. It'd be better if I left early. Where's Parr?"

"I'll go get him now."

Old Jack turned around and walked to Parr's room. After a while, Parr, dressed neatly and carrying a big bag, followed behind Old Jack.

"Little boy, let's go. I'll bring you to kill some cultists!" John waved his hand and turned around to leave. He looked very carefree.

"Father..."

Parr lifted the bag on his back and turned around to look at Old Jack, who was beside him. He was momentarily speechless. Memories once again emerged. Those were the memories of Parr and Old Jack bonding together.

"..."

Old Jack clenched his rough hand. He thought for a moment and said with a gentle expression,

"Parr, you don't belong here. Haystack Village is too small, and the world is too big. You should go out and look, enjoy different scenery, and meet different people. When you are tired and want to come back, you'd always be welcome. Haystack Village will always be your home, and I will always be here waiting for you."

After saying that, Old Jack patted Parr's head, unsheathed the sword hanging from his waist, and handed it to Parr.

"This is the sword I used when I was a soldier in the Western Region Fortress. It has been with me for more than twenty years, and I have maintained it very well. It's as good as new. I'll hand it to you now. What's the point of holding a sword all the time? I'd just be laughed at."

"Okay."

Parr held the sword and nodded fiercely. Then, he raised his head and looked straight into Old Jack's eyes. He said seriously,

"Father, I will definitely come back. You have to take care!"

Parr turned around and left. He buried his head in his hand and chased after John, who had already walked far away.

Dawn had just arrived. A ray of light cut through the long dark night.

…

Under the morning sunlight, Parr and John walked on a small path in the woods. This was the path that the Haystack Village hunting team used when they entered the woods to hunt. It was slightly easier to walk on than other places.

John strolled in front with his Knight's sword tied to his waist. He carried a small package on his back. Parr walked behind with his head lowered. He carried Old Jack's sword, a typical sword from the Western Region Fortress of the Wind Wolf Kingdom. He also brought a large package that was filled with all kinds of things.

Old Jack was afraid that Parr would have trouble adapting to life outside, so he packed everything that he could think of. The two of them continued to walk, and the sparse woods slowly became denser. There were traces of birds and beasts on the branches.

However, Parr was not in the mood to care about these things. He was still affected by the sadness of parting with Old Jack. This was a new experience for him, and he was somewhat unable to extricate himself.

Suddenly, John stopped. Parr accidentally bumped into him in a trance, but John dodged aside. He raised his hand and pressed on Parr's head.

"Little boy, snap out of it."

"Oh!"

Parr finally came back to his senses. He raised his head and looked ahead. It turned out that they had reached the end of the small path. In front of them was the thickest part of the woods.

"We're going to Bluestone City. That's the main city of Viscount Bluestone's territory. Before that, we have to pass through this forest and leave Baron White Deer's territory. We have to find the road leading to the city itself.

John took another step forward. Unlike before, he drew out his sword and cut off all the branches that blocked the way. He took some time to look back at Parr, who was listening seriously.

"During this process, as the one responsible for your development, I'll teach you some basic knowledge about survival and some combat skills. You have to learn them seriously."

"Okay."

Parr nodded, indicating that he understood. Then, he was speechless again. John was thinking about what to teach Parr first. When Parr came back to his senses, he looked around and curiously observed the scenery around him.

"Got it!"

The two of them walked for a while. John thought of something and revealed a mischievous smile. He glanced at Parr, who was looking around behind him.

"Hehehe, I know what I should teach you first."

…

"Alright, let's take a break!"

After walking for a while, John stopped. Then, he sat down on the ground and waved at Parr, motioning for Parr to sit in front of him.

"Cough."

After Parr, John pretended to cough and forced a smile. He said with a solemn face,

"Little boy, let me tell you something that every knight in the Wind Wolf Kingdom must know. This is very important. It determines how far you can go on this road!"

"Oh?"

Parr showed a curious expression. Although he had a data panel and did not have to worry about leveling up, he still wanted to know how to develop himself further.

"Cough."

Clearing his throat, John looked into Parr's eyes, and his voice became serious. He asked, "Little boy, do you know who is the founder of our Wind Wolf Kingdom?"

"Emm.."

Parr thought for a moment and flipped through his memories. He quickly found the answer. 

"Among the seven Holy Knights of Salvation, the Swift Shadow Wind Wolf Holy Knight founded our Wind Wolf Kingdom." Parr accurately answered John's question.

"Yes, that's right. The founder of our Wind Wolf Kingdom is the Swift Shadow Wind Wolf Holy Knight."

John nodded in agreement, and he continued, "Little boy, perhaps ordinary people have never heard of this, but there is a famous saying from the Swift Shadow Wind Wolf Holy Knight which has been passed down among us Knights. It has been passed down for a thousand years, and it is still highly regarded by the Knights of our Wind Wolf Kingdom."

'Oh? What is the saying?' Parr was even more curious. If the saying has been adhered to for a thousand years, it must be imperative.

"It is..."

John paused and then slowly said in the most profound tone, "The speed of your sword drawn would be affected by women!" 

Parr was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. As a single person for twenty years, this sentence struck his heart. He could not help but sigh. 

"If there is no woman in your heart, you will become better in sword draw! The Swift Shadow Wind Wolf Holy Knight is truly a role model for our generation!"