The Resilient Thief

The Next Day.

Sebastian's energy had not completely regenerated. Though some of the cuts and swollen parts of his body had been healed, it still did not cure the energy he had exhausted through being beaten up and riding in the very dark hour of the day till the next morning.

Right now, it was morning and still had not seen any trader who he could at least buy anything from to feed himself because by now, he was extremely starving.

It seemed no one wanted to even pay any attention to him, except for those who were there to gossip and wonder why his shirt was soaked with blood and at the same time, riding an expensive horse.

He had fed the horse carrots and at least, he was the only one hungry but he had far ridden past the capital of Greensville and had reached and passed the border. Now he was in Venesia, heading to Lord Divett's mansion that was in the capital of Venesia.