The gentle wind swept through Renaud's hair, causing a ripple on the surface of the lake in his heart, which soon calmed down.

Still water flows deeply.

He saw what the thief was doing, but he was silent, pretending to be normal.

Everything has its own reason. The child was most likely a refugee, displaced by the scourge of the Sko Plains, and the lord was responsible, though one of the rulers did not seem to be aware of it.

The young duke only thinks about having an affair with his fiancée, but he advises the lord that this kind of thing should be done by a "chivalrous" righteous man like Kaluline.

As for him, he was just a wandering swordsman, with no heart to tie into, wandering the world.

With that in mind, he walked slowly in the breeze and walked along East Street towards the city gate.

The autumn afternoon sun was warm and cozy, and Renaud closed his eyes comfortably.

"Stop that thief!"

A shout of anger rang out from the west, but he had no intention of looking back, and kept going, listening to the noise drift away.

Whether there will be justice, or whether there will be a bounty hunter who will arrest him, it will not be his turn to worry about it anyway.

All things are rewarded, good karma or evil deeds, all things end up in ruins, ordinary people or sages.

Even if he is a heroic and rich sage emperor, a hundred years later he is just a dust, leaving empty legends for the bards to sing.

What is the meaning of such a life?

Rather than falling into the shackles of oneself, it is better to have nothing to do with one's heart, be at peace with what you encounter, wander the world, and travel through the great rivers and mountains.

If the heart is empty, the transformation of the realm is invisible, which is also the extreme meaning of the sword.

It's been a few years since I set foot on this continent. The spring breeze in the south of the sky, the snow blowing in the north of the mountain, the cherry blossoms falling on the east bank, and the fog and rain in the west...... The scenery of the four seasons is vivid, winter goes to spring, spring goes to autumn, and he also travels all over the country.

He was given the title of "Juggernaut" and was invited to join the "Star Dome" guild, which gave him the opportunity to meet these top people with different personalities.

Everyone has their own things to do, and what he needs to do now is to set out on another journey to the south.

It is said that there are vast grasslands that cannot be crossed even after galloping horses for three days and three nights, black swamps that are filled with poisonous gases and epidemics, inaccessible black swamps, deep and dark, hot and rainy primeval jungles, and lowland hills where two-headed giants are often infested...... There are many sights to see for yourself.

Travelers have no borders, only travel makes him feel the fullness of life: it has nothing to do with fame and fortune, nor has it about honor and disgrace, but only to experience the customs of various places and learn more about different lives.

Now that the regular meeting of the Star Dome has ended, there is no reason for him to stay in Ranlens any longer.

A short distance ahead was the East Gate, and Renaud lowered the eaves of his hat to avoid obscurity, intending to leave the city.

At that moment, however, he swept to the side of the street: the scoundrels crowded into the alley.

During his time in the local area, he has been in the world of ronin. He knew the people, and he knew the alley.

He could almost guess what was going to happen next.

As if shaking his head at himself, he stopped, turned and walked into the alley.

Walking to a corner of the depths from memory, the hooligans gathered there, surrounded an old man with a fierce attitude, and pulled his granddaughter aside and grabbed him.

Sure enough. Shaking his head again, Renaud stepped forward slowly and patted the shoulder of the scoundrel from behind: "Friend, this old man only owes you three silver coins, isn't it?"

The man turned around and glared at the drifter in surprise, "Who are you?"

At the same time, the group of hooligans surrounded him, but his face remained calm: "The son of this old man died in battle against the centaurs in the north, and gave his life to defend the city. The girl's mother became ill after working hard to support her family. The family really needs the money, and they can't afford it right now. Look, can you be accommodating?"

The leading scoundrel may have wondered why the rogue knew about the family, but he looked impatient: "Don't be nosy, bum. There's no place for you to talk here, get out of here. ”

With the wave of the leader's hand, the scoundrels beside him stepped forward to push the drifter, but Renex did not retreat, and still said calmly: "Do you want to force this old man to death today, and what are you going to do to this girl and her mother?"

"So what? What are we doing, and it's your turn to take care of it?" the leader did not deny, but threatened, "Are you tired of ......?"

However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly fell to his knees with his abdomen clutched, his face painful and speechless.

At some point, a worn old wooden scabbard appeared in Renaud's hand, and what was even stranger was that the scabbard was empty.

Seeing that the leader had fallen, the group of hooligans swarmed up and tried to surround the nosy drifter by virtue of their numerical superiority.

Even the drifter has things that cannot be tolerated.

This was the third time he shook his head, and then his right hand reached for the wooden sheath and drew his sword out of thin air. Suddenly, the wind swept through the alleys, scattering the scoundrels. At the same time, the figure of the drifter suddenly disappeared from its place.

Instantly, when he reappeared, the hooligans were already lying on the ground. The drifter slowly retracted his sword out of thin air, as if to sheath the flowing wind.

Taking out three silver coins and throwing them at the leading scoundrel, the Rogue motioned for them to leave, adding:

"You're not going to trouble this family again, am I right? ”

Seeing that those hooligans who bullied the weak and feared the hard nodded and fled in a hurry, Renaud threw the wooden sheath in his hand, and it dissipated into the wind out of thin air.

Although it is his most flashy sword, it is appropriate to teach these scoundrels a lesson today.

The drifter patted the girl on the shoulder, motioned for her to return to her grandfather, and then nodded to them, turning away without waiting for them to thank them.

Before he had gone far, the old man behind him suddenly said, "Please wait, good Samaritan, I remember you." ”

"Thank you for your kindness in taking me in that day, it was a thank you for that meal. Good karma has its own good reward, and this is justified. Renaud didn't look back, he didn't stop, he turned his back to the old man and waved, "There will be a time later." ”

With that, the drifter just walked around the corner and turned and disappeared from the old man and his granddaughter's view.

Lanrens claims to be one of the safest cities in the kingdom, but slums are not considered to be cities. The recent earthquake has led to an influx of refugees into the city, making security even more challenging.

Today's scene happened to him, and there must have been more chaos and violence in places he hadn't seen. It is true that he can help this benefactor who has kindly taken him in, but if he wants to help more people, he still needs to hand it over to enthusiastic heroes like Caroline and Tuskat.

As for him, everything that happens to Langlens after today has nothing to do with him. What he should be worried about right now is......

When I opened the purse, there were only two Coin left. It's good, and the next meal is not settled again.

The little savings that I had saved so hard came to naught in a blink of an eye, and I probably had to count on well-wishers to take them in, and there was a long way to go.

Renaud sighed and moved on.