Chapter 1288 Hadden

Chapter 1288 Hadden

The boy wept and wept and wept, and neither Ning nor Emma did anything to stop him. They understood that he needed to cry and only an hour into his crying did Emma even try to console him.

Having learned his family was dead, the boy couldn't stop his tears. His parents and younger brother, whom he loved so very much, were no longer going to be there to greet him when he woke up. He would never get to feel the safety of his father, the warmth of his mother, or the playfulness of his brother. His innocence had been stripped away from him by the bandits now and he could only cry to show for it.

"They're all dead?" he asked Ning after a while, his eyes burning with fury, his palms clenched tightly at the side.

"Yes," Ning said. "After I saved you, I went back to the village, but... everyone had been killed. I killed the remaining bandits though, if that means something to you."

"I..." the young boy thought for a moment. "I want revenge, but I'm too weak to get it even if they were alive. So I can simply thank you for helping me achieve what I couldn't have."

Ning couldn't help but smile at the young boy's words. "That is the least I could do after what I witnessed," he said. "Do you need some time to process this? Take all the time you can."

"I do," the boy said. "But... I don't know if I can process it anymore." You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin

Ning doubted he wouldn't need to process it any further. He had probably just exhausted himself after crying for an hour. Give some time and the tears would return once again. "What's your name?" Ning asked. "Hadden... Hadden Milker," the boy said.

"Milker?" Ning asked. "Yes?" the boy said innocently before remembering something. "Oh, our family had a few cows in the village and we were the people that everyone got their milk from. So everyone called us Milkers and we became the Milker family."

"I see," Ning said. "And how old are you?"

The smoke filled his nose, forcing him to close his nose with his hands. He teared up, both from the smoke and the tragedy of what he saw.

He recognized all of them. The one he passed just then belonged to Surray's uncle. The one to his right was his friend Jalin's house. Further up was the blacksmith's house and next to that was the tailor's house.

Then it was old lady Myon's house and finally his house. He stood in front of his house, looking at the smoke that came off of the wood that had all collapsed and then burned away. Nothing of his that was important remained at all.

He walked in. The ground beneath it still had smoldering coals, but he didn't care. He had to find his parents and brother.

"Hadden!" Ning called out. "Not there. Here."

The boy turned around.

He saw the village center where a large amount of something had been gathered. He wasn't sure what it was, but he went there. Arriving close, he saw the shape of the things he saw. The things wrapped in white clothes.

The corpses of the dead.

"Come," Ning said. "You should be the one to burn the pyre for their funeral."

The boy listlessly walked, not sure what he should even say or do. "These are all the dead people?" he asked.

"Yes," Ning said, pointing at 3 corpses that were kept at the center. "Those belong to your family. Go say your last words before sending their souls to the afterlife."