19 year old hunter

"Hey Felix, are you coming with me to town or back to Orzon?" the man said, His friendly voice stirred Felix out of his morning slumber.

Felix opened his eyes, sitting on a pile of hay in a slow-moving cart following a rutted path.

Pulling his hand to his left, 19 year old Felix patted his mouth, which was open as wide as a cave. "Have we reached Orzon yet, uncle?"

"Yes, but only to the fork." Five carts carrying farm produce for sale move in a long, snake-like procession. They slowed down as they neared the fork in the path.

The old man chuckled. The old straw hat he wore protected his chubby face from the sun. The man in his fifties flashed a smile while nibbling on a piece of dried grass. Felix often rode in his carriage and often helped out at the farm, making their relationship quite close.

"Quick, come down unless you want to help me sell all the milk to the town," the man said.

"Next time, Uncle. I promise I will help you sold your stuff." Felix hopped off the turin, carrying a small cage with five rabbits. Cheerfully he trotted off, waving at the group of carriages drivers. "Thanks for the ride, uncle!"

Felix walked backward, his voice breaking the sky. "Uncle, if you find a book on how to restore lost memories, please buy it for me. I'll reimburse you later."

"Yes, if I find one. But I'm sure it's very expensive, son. The book you're looking for is a technology book."

"Take it easy, uncle. I will try to pay for the book. Once again, thank you, uncle!"

Until now, he had not lost his zeal to restore his lost memories. Unfortunately, no matter how much he asked for help, it was to no avail. Even the professor at the city library said the book was rare and could be very expensive.

Felix turned around and continued running on the path flanked by yellowing wheat fields towards the village of Orzon.

Behind the yellowing wheat fields, puffs of white smoke soared. The smoke from the chimneys of the simple wooden houses that lined up neatly formed the village of Orzon, the village of hunters.

Some of the wheat field workers greeted Felix. All the villagers knew him as the son of young Basil.

Jovial and easy going. For ten years, Felix lived as a Longsword family and received an exclusive education from Basil. Swordsmanship, physical training, archery, horse riding, reading the ancient alphabets of the ancestors, and other lessons, all he received openly.

The sound of a loud engine struck from the sky. The sailing sky ship parted the clouds, blocking out the sunlight, passing over the village. It was a sight that never bored Felix.

But now he can not waste anymore time. He must arrive on time at the Hunter's Tavern to hand in the quest items. As a B-grade hunter, if he failed, then the exp in his licence hunter could be reduced. No, he couldn't let Basil down.