The Young Dartomi
"Sirs, this is the boy's home."
"Hmm... Thank you, village chief Gringo."
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Currently, Beri, his men and Gringo were now within what was supposed to be the boy's front yard.
Beri looked up at the thatched house that barely looked like it could've taken anyone through winter.
It was slightly slanted, old and looked very unsteady.
And on closer inspection, one could see that it had been mended numerous times during this past winter.
This meant that on some days, the poor boy had probably almost frozen to death whenever the heavy snowfall would collapse parts of his home.
Sigh... His life must've been tough.
'Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!'
"Dartomi, this is the village chief..... Are you in?"
Without wasting any more time, the village chief respectfully knocked on the thin door that was made from several backs of trees.
He knocked for a while without getting any response and thought that no one was around.