The translation equipnt through the earpiece allowed them to sowhat understand these villagers’ conversations with each other.
However, the conversations among the villagers were entirely mundane and pointless, yielding no valuable information.
Kane and his group wandered around the village listening for half a day, absorbing only life’s trivialities and exchanges that bore no significance.
Not a trace of useful intel was revealed.
At that mont, a creature resembling a horse erged from within the village, pulling a wooden cart.
On the cart were so sacks, seemingly filled with the village’s grain.
A few sturdy-looking male villagers surrounded the cart, wielding sticks in their hands.
An elderly man, over fifty years old, hunched on the back of the horse-like creature, steering the cart.
"This must be their grain transport convoy; let’s follow it. We won’t gather any useful information here in the village, maybe we’ll find sothing in the bigger city,"
Kane said as he started to follow behind the convoy.
Longbei and the others followed suit.
Thus, everyone leisurely followed the convoy, stepping onto the trail, heading towards an unknown destination.
As they moved further from the village, the glowing little creatures around them gradually beca scarce until they disappeared completely.
Even these villagers walking out of the village didn’t have any of these glowing creatures on them.
The villagers were saying the sa sorts of mundane conversations along the way.
It wasn’t until they approached noon that they stopped, took out so dry food they’d brought with them along with water from their flasks, and began to eat.
At this point, a seemingly youngest male villager leaned against the base of a roadside tree, staring into the sky.
Suddenly, he sighed.
A nearby villager noticed and patted his shoulder.
"Why didn’t the Prophet foresee sothing like this?"
"What situation?"
The young villager pointed to the sky.
"Because it’s only after such situations occur that there is a Prophet, isn’t it?"
"Oh yeah, that makes sense."
"The Prophet is here to prevent such situations from happening again, right? Don’t worry."
Seeming to have heard sothing interesting, finally so useful discussion arose.
Kane stood next to them.
Kane just stood there, silently listening to the two villagers converse.
The Prophet, huh?
In this extraordinary world, possessing Magic Power and the title of Prophet certainly requires so real skill.
As the convoy set off again, Kane returned to the group.
"How about it, buddy? From your expression, did you just hear so intel?"
Longbei patted Kane and asked.
Kane nodded, looked at everyone, and began to convey the information he had just heard.
"The people here seem aware that their world has already been fragnted. I wonder if it’s just the villagers here or if everyone in this fragnt knows."
"After the world fragnted, a person called the Prophet erged here. Since they’re called the Prophet, they must have prophecy-like qualities, and it’s said they’re in the city we’re heading to."
After listening to the intel Kane gathered, everyone nodded.
"Hello, may I join this convoy? I’m also headed to the city ahead."
At this mont, a middle-aged man carrying a wooden case erged from a corner of the road.
This middle-aged man looked exceptionally ordinary, other than having slightly longer hair than the villagers, with no distinct features.
"Of course, no problem. Having one more person won’t delay our journey; the city’s just not far ahead."
"Thanks."
Then, the middle-aged man with the wooden case started following behind the convoy towards the direction ahead.
These villagers didn’t seem to find anything amiss with soone suddenly wanting to join the group heading to the city.
Kane and his group observed the middle-aged man who suddenly joined the convoy.
In both appearance and actions, he seed just like an ordinary traveler—very ordinary, with no distinguishing features.
"What an ordinary person!" Lilulu exclaid as she perched on Kane’s shoulder, propping her chin with her hands.
"He certainly looks very ordinary."
Kane nodded in agreent.
At this ti, a villager slowed down a bit, walking beside the middle-aged man.
"Hey there, where are you from?"
"? I’m a traveling healer, and I just left the manor where a Knight nobility lives, up the hill on that lane."
Upon hearing the middle-aged man’s words, the young villager seed to recall sothing as he nodded with newfound understanding.
"Right, right, there’s a manor on that hill, and they say a Knight lord lives there."
After speaking, he turned his head to the middle-aged man with so envy, saying, "That’s admirable, being able to treat the Knight lord. You must be a very skilled healer."
"Haha," the middle-aged man laughed while waving his hand, "I just know how to handle so peculiar maladies, couldn’t asure up to a real doctor."
"Haha, you’re humble."
After exchanging a few words, the young villager returned to the group.
The middle-aged healer continued walking at the back of the convoy, leisurely following along.
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