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Chapter 436
Chapter 436: A Blind Man Walks Into a Bar!
****(POV)
I have truly been lucky. Everywhere I go I meet nice people. Ever since encountering that kind soul that lent me a horse near Eaglevein.
There were some merchants, some mercenaries, some vagrants, and even some bandits. Yet all were kind, yes even the latter! At first, I was extremely confused but then it dawned on me.
One, I am blind.
Two, I am obviously broke.
Three, I am on the back of a horse I clearly do not own. It is armored and probably wearing some renowned family's emblem (read intimidating). After all, no normal civilian would simply gift a horse to the first beggar that showed up!
My quest for the white wolf and her master continues. I do have one worry. I may be blind, but I still have ears. Form it stems this worry of mine: apparently, there is war. I mean I knew, but I heard it has intensified.
Every day I never know when I will be stopped by some group or another. But for now, I will simply keep going. In any case, I have no clue myself where I am heading. I am following the horse's instinct.
Funny how I used to divine every little thing. That was how I made my assassinations. Now not only have I quit divining (not by choice) but my own dwindling fate is in the hand of a horse!
The previous me would have never accepted such a thing. I used to be arrogant, I used to be proud, I used to be able-bodied. It all crumbled on that accursed day. That is when I realized how trash I am.
If I've learned one thing it's that it's fine to be proud until it isn't. They say heroes are valiant and all, but let's face it they are simply overpowered arrogant bastards most of the time and that's fine.
Suddenly we stop. Focusing I can hear the low murmurs, I can hear how open the place is, right before we stopped there was the sound of hooves on the stone ground.
I can feel the presence of many villagers and I can hear the stares. Yes, I can. There is a certain way people look at a beggar like me on a majestic-looking horse. There is the pausing of the conversations, the breathes getting held. Yes, what I hear is silence.
Then comes the sound of footsteps, the thumping respiration, and finally the nervous voice of a man.
"H-hello S-sir, what can we of this small town do for you? I-I am the mayor of this place!"
"Do not worry. I am simply passing through in search of someone. I'm looking for a kind and ordinary man accompanied by a small white wolf."
"S-sir, we have seen no such individual at all, would you kindly wait while I regroup the village to inquire about it?"josei
"I can wait as long as it takes. Right, is there anywhere I can draw water near to quench my thirst?"
"S-sir, let me guide you to our local tavern!"
"I do not have money, sadly."
"N-no worries, Sir! It is on the house! We are simply being hospitable!"
I simply nod. Sometimes I wonder. I never was a 'good' person, ever. It never bothered me either for I had the strength to back it up. But ever since falling from grace I am starting to realize that people seem friendlier now.
I'm not used to this, but I need to admit it did bring me a new perspective on life. I find solace in the fact that I am somewhat learning new things even in my current state.
Before long, I'm sitting at a tavern counter. I can smell the rich fragrance of the wood. I can smell whiffs of beer. I can smell a rancid odor in the background. I can hear faint noises from the customers.
They were enthusiastically talking, but they have stopped. I figure they are looking outside at the horse.
They say your other senses become sharper when you lose your vision. I can safely attest it is bullshit. Ah, but there is some truth to it. You learn to interpret the signals better. Nowadays I use my secondary senses way more than in the past.
"S-sir, please order anything! It will be on the house! I'll go ask the others very quickly!"
Then the mayor leaves and before long a beer mug finds its way to me. I guzzle it, feeling the refreshing liquid pass through my throat. Refreshing! I have been riding for a while.
"Ah, can someone please give some water to my horse too?"
I can hear a long silence. It usually is like that. It is rare to see someone with a lone horse on this continent, most are used for carriages. In such a case there is always someone that takes care of them.
Before long a volunteer goes out. That is when I hear someone drag a chair next to me.
"Hey there, what brings you here?"
"Hello there. Just traveling in search of someone, what about you? You aren't from this village either, right?"
"Oh? Just traveling in search of history. Just a librarian, what about you?"
"Eh, just a blind wanderer."
"What about the peculiar horse?"
"It was a gift to help on my journey. I got it in Eaglevein. To be honest, you probably know more about it than me. You see it dislikes being touched. I don't even know what it looks like haha"
"How interesting! Who are you looking for then?"
"A man with a small white wolf. I've been looking-"
*CRASH*
"You! What did you say?! Did you say a white wolf?!"
This is the first time this happens! Does this man know the one I'm looking for? Soon I hear the sound of another chair getting dragged over, then an excited young man's voice.
"Quick! Tell me everything you know about him! Where is he? What has he been up to? What about Wolfie? Ah, he had a uni- donkey with him too, right?!"
"Honestly, I know nothing at all about them besides their appearance. Not that useful for a blind man haha. Even if they were in front of me, I wouldn't know haha."
"Ah! What happened to your eyes?"
"It's simple really… I tried divining about the small wolf. That is why and when I lost my vision."
"Y-you, you mean?! Are you looking for revenge?!"
"Haha, you are overthinking this. I just have questions, so many questions. The worst that will happen once we meet is I will perish. Not a big deal compared to my current existence really."
Just as we are getting into the conversation, the librarian interrupts.
"Actually, I think I know where he is."
"You do?!"
"Seriously?!"