Chapter 610 - The Young Dartomi

"Sirs, this is the boy's home."

"Hmm... Thank you, village chief Gringo."

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Currently, Beri, his men and Gringo were now within what was supposed to be the boy's front yard.

Beri looked up at the thatched house that barely looked like it could've taken anyone through winter.

It was slightly slanted, old and looked very unsteady.

And on closer inspection, one could see that it had been mended numerous times during this past winter.

This meant that on some days, the poor boy had probably almost frozen to death whenever the heavy snowfall would collapse parts of his home.

Sigh... His life must've been tough.

'Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!'

"Dartomi, this is the village chief..... Are you in?"

Without wasting any more time, the village chief respectfully knocked on the thin door that was made from several backs of trees.

He knocked for a while without getting any response and thought that no one was around.

But Beri and his men knew that this wasn't the case.

On arriving, they had seen footsteps on the mushy grounds that can only belong to that of a kid.

And the footsteps went straight into the building.

Additionally, when they had knocked on the door the first time... They could hear slight noises coming from within.

One might think that it was just the wind or something, but Beri and his men felt otherwise.

In short, there was so much evidence around the yard alone that showed that the boy was in.

"Erhmm... Sorry sirs, it looks like he's not in.

You know the boy lives alone, so he probably went out hunting or fishing in the nearby streams.

But if you'd like, we could wait for him here or back in the village... Whichever one you all want." Gringo said with concern.

"Hmm... No need, he's in."

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Gringo looked at Beri, and then looked at the rest of the nodding soldiers in confusion.

How were they so sure?

Gringo looked at the door again and thought long and hard on whether the boy had responded during one of his knocks.

But failed to recall hearing anything from within.

Beri now stood in front of the door and knocked once more to get the boy's attention.

'Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!'

"Kid, we mean no harm.

We are from Baymard, and we're here to a.s.sist you.

Kid, I know that life has truly been unfair to you.

The world is a dark place that turned its back on you when you needed help the most.

You have lived, suffered, and even survived through it all.

And you will continue to suffer if you don't take a chance to make a change.

All these words are the words that a wise, daring and brilliant man once told me.

Never forget that amidst human cruelty lies ignorance.

And just like everyone else, I too used to be ignorant as well.

But now my eyes have opened with the changing tides of time.

I know you don't trust anyone.

But for yourself and your parents, give it one more chance.

Give yourself a chance to prove humanity wrong about you and change your destiny." Beri said with a slight smile on his face.

85% of these words came from Landon.

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When he had first come here with his mother and sister, he felt like he was at his wit's end.

Even though he trusted Santa, one never knew if the person Santa trusted was as good as he claimed.

For all he knew, he could've been sent into slavery behind Santa's back.

There was so much that weighed on his shoulder as a man who had 2 women to protect.

His father had disowned his family and their names had been removed from the list of royals and n.o.bles throughout the empire.

So at this point, he was nothing more than an ordinary peasant man.

That was the lowest point in his life, where he felt that the wicked would always succeed.

But when Landon saw him, he immediately took him as a brother and said these exact same words to him too.

It was as if he had some sort of enlightenment, because immediately after... he felt his mind become calmer and clearer.

It was at this point that he knew what he wanted to be.

Growing up in the palace, he had never wanted the throne and had always wanted to be a simple knight.

He was someone who could take on too much responsibility and that he knew.

So if Santa could be a merchant, then why couldn't he be a simple knight?

And so with so much motivation, he took his miserable situation and turned it into a dream all thanks to himself and his majesty Landon.

He would never forget those words no matter what!

They were his saving grace.

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"Kid, soon we will be leaving.

So if you're in there, this is your last chance to come out.

Remember, your destiny is in your own hands."

'Catchah!'

Gringo: "..."

As soon as Beri finished his speech, the door was forcefully opened by the young boy.

Gringo was shocked and embarra.s.sed at the same time when he recalled how he told Beri how hardworking and honest the boy was.

'Kid, so you were inside the whole time?

Don't you know that they might take you as a troublemaker instead?

And if you were in there, why didn't you open up when you heard my voice?

Kid...You really don't put I, the village chief in your heart, do you?

Hmph!'

While the Gringo was still sulking, the young lad Dartomi..... Was currently facing Beri and his crew silently.

The young boy had a scarf over his nose and tried his best to stand in an imposing manner.

But of course, his trembling hands quickly gave him out.

On the other hand, Dartomi was also a.n.a.lyzing them as well.

and without a doubt, he was utterly impressed by what he saw.

They looked like real warriors!

Dartomi steadied his chaotic heart and looked Beri straight in the eye.

"Smelly men, what do you want?"

"_"