Julian blushed and said,
"He is my foster father and also my master!"
"Haha," the soldier in charge of the cooking chuckled, glancing at the sword on the big guy's back, teasingly saying, "Well, you've got a lot to learn then."
That sword might weigh more than the young man himself.
Gunter didn't say anything, just nodded in thanks, and then led Julian to a spot nearby where they wouldn't be in the way.
Julian was already starving, devouring the food in his bowl.
Recently, he'd been eating wild fruits and beasts from the forest. Though he wasn't lacking in nutrition, porridge was more to his liking.
Meanwhile, Gunter slowly sipped his porridge, quietly observing the surroundings to see if the situation here was as Old Hank had described.
The peace radiating from the villagers' faces and the surprising discipline of the soldiers suggested nothing was amiss. Although he didn't know where their food came from, the porridge lacked any taint of evil.
