Chapter 108 Kevin's Invitation_1

According to the man, his name was Kevin, a nobleman. He had just traversed the forest of Midheim to deliver an alarming message to the lord of this land.

"The forest is haunted by the undead."

Kevin's hand gripped his longsword, resting on the chair. His wine cup sat beside him, eyes squinted as if he were an elderly man poised for an afternoon nap by the fireplace. Despite two drunkards brawling nearby to prove who's the superior drinker, nothing seemed to disturb his tranquillity.

"The harvest was excellent this year, but I haven't received the expected tribute from the nearby villages. So, I went to investigate and encountered an injured, pallid hunter in the forest. He told me that beastmen had attacked his village. But these beastmen weren't ordinary. They appeared to be undead creatures bound by some necromantic spell. His village was decimated, and he was the only survivor. I tried to help him, but he succumbed to his injuries."

As he said this, Kevin exhaled.