Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Black Leather Book
The winter snow melted under the warm morning sun, drop by drop of melted ice water fell from the eaves of the wooden house, leaving behind puddles of grey-black stains in front of the door.
The dwelling was not luxurious, a pure wooden structure, with a small interior space, yet furnished with a stone table and two wooden beds.
The ground was uneven and bumpy, extremely simple and poor.
Yet on the wall, the mounts of wild beast heads covered a whole side, silently speaking of the glory and strength of this household.
"Hmm, the weather's nice today,"
Bailuo looked at the Silver Mane Coat hanging on the wall, a trophy he had obtained two months ago after tremendous hardship, hunted with his old uncle and senior sister.
Thanks to it, Bailuo became the chief of Yatun Village, the new leader of the People of Yatun.
However, life was not as good as he had expected.
Before his uncle handled affairs, Bailuo was unaware, but now that he took over, he realized how much pressure his uncle lived under.
Yatun Village was situated deep in the Grey Rock Mountains, and to leave the village, one had to travel at least a hundred miles along mountain roads, a journey that consumed a great deal of time simply to come and go.
Moreover, the road was winding and rugged, making it difficult for carts to pass, and the spots where horses could traverse were deep in the forests where only experienced hunters could manage.
This was also the reason why, apart from government soldiers who might pass by to collect taxes, there were hardly any traders who willingly traveled to this place.
Even if there were any, they would drive the prices down to the lowest and select light and convenient local produce for trade.
This deeply infuriated the People of Yatun, yet they were helpless to change it. Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates
"It's a bit warmer,"
As Bailuo said so, he adjusted the coat made from the white wolf's skin to keep out the cold, and then forcefully propped himself up with the cane in his hand, "But it's still very cold."
Bailuo Yatun, a transmigrator from Blue Star.
"In the blink of an eye, it's been twenty years,"
Twenty years ago, Bailuo's soul was transported to this world.
He retained the memories from his previous life and became an infant just born.
Transmigrating to another world, starting anew.
If he had a golden finger to go along with it, Bailuo thought that he could've become a winner in life.
Unfortunately, Bailuo didn't receive any golden finger.
Not only did he not have any cheats, but he also lost his parents to bandits when he was only three or four years old.
If Uncle Saros hadn't happened to come home to visit at that time, Bailuo figured he wouldn't have escaped death either.
"Hisss~~"
Bailuo, whose steps were still somewhat unsteady, leaped over the dripping water curtain at the door while complaining, "All these years hunting pigs, who would have thought that one day, I'd be gored by one."
"Brother~~ Big brother~~"
From afar, Bailuo heard the cheerful call of a young girl, and as he turned his head towards the distant hill, a smile appeared on his face.
The girl's name was Inya, the younger sister of his senior sister Isefia.
The girls' father was his uncle's best friend; they had ventured out together and shared a bond stronger than brothers.
Before passing away, he entrusted his daughters to his uncle.
"Dad said he had something to do."
Inya's tone turned cold all of a sudden, and Bailuo's face also darkened, "Is it them again?"
Inya didn't elaborate, but how could Bailuo not understand?
If not for his injury, he would have been the one to step forward.
Saros was getting old, and now, Bailuo was the chieftain.
"There wasn't enough food in the village to begin with; we barely made it through this winter, and Sister Alaya almost starved to death. Now they're coming to collect food again."
Alaya was the blind girl in the village, relying entirely on the villagers for subsistence.
This year's heavy snow, coupled with last year's poor harvest.
And the Lord outside the village didn't care at all about the well-being of his people, demanding food time and again.
Alaya was the kindest person in the village, knowing she was a burden, she'd give her share of food to the orphaned siblings next door.
If not for Bailuo's timely discovery, she would have starved to death.
Inya was so angry she clenched her teeth, her hand holding the longbow trembling slightly, "Rather than this, it would be better..."
"Enough."
Bailuo grabbed Inya's hand. He understood the girl's dissatisfaction and anger, but as the new chieftain, Bailuo couldn't take risks.
The days of hot-blooded youth had passed.
Years of adventure and growth had taught Bailuo much and changed him a lot.
In Uncle's words, Bailuo was already a qualified chieftain.
"This boar, Uncle asked you to bring it back first, didn't he?"
"Yeah."
"Skin it, clean it, then distribute the meat to everyone."
"I remember little Shuster just got over his sickness, let him have more meat to recover."
While speaking, Bailuo ruffled the girl's silver hair, using a bit of force, "Don't be impulsive, no matter what, we need to survive. As long as we are alive, sooner or later, we will see the day when we rise."
"I understand."
Inya was not foolish. She was lively and proactive, but also obedient.
She always followed her foster father, her elder sister, her brother; being the youngest sister in the family, she never acted on her own.
"I also want to kill them."
Bailuo's words carried a hint of chill, but he really had no other choice, "But we don't have the capital..."
Silver Mane, though fierce, was still just a beast.
Bailuo could kill monsters but was helpless against even more evil humans.
Sometimes, the human heart is more terrifying than beasts.
"No, it's not necessarily true that we don't have capital."
Bailuo focused his consciousness and a Black Leather Book floated in front of his eyes.