Ex-Machina on Dimensional Travel

Arash smiled and gave the knight's shoulder armor a friendly pat.

The iron shoulder plate rang out with several crisp knocks beneath his hand.

Although Arash did not know why the knight named Bedivere had been so downcast, their brief exchange had at least successfully lifted his spirits again.

Whatever the reason, the outcome was not bad.

Bedivere nodded to the young man, then turned to Arash beside him with a solemn expression.

"Thank you as well, Sir Arash, for your guidance. Our conversation just now benefited me greatly. I shall always remember your teachings."

"Ahaha, it wasn't that serious. I merely shared some personal thoughts."

The knight's sincerity made Arash feel somewhat awkward. After all, he had never expected his casual gesture to earn such respect from the other man.

"But if I managed to help you, then that's for the best."

With that said, Arash finally looked across the square.

By now, the villagers had long since taken their distributed rice home to store away. The first batch of villagers to return home had already finished and come back to the square.

They had not returned to ask for more rice, but to express their gratitude to the generous Tawara Touta.

The master and disciple, who had just been checking on each other, were immediately surrounded by the grateful villagers.

Seeing Sanzang at a loss for what to do and Tawara Touta busy responding to the villagers' thanks, Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others could not help but smile.

The Old Man of the Mountain

"That is everything I know. As for more details about the First Hassan, I do not know them either."

Just minutes ago, he had made an inquiry of Smoke Drunk Hassan, one of the Hassans, and successfully obtained the information he wanted from