Limited by their upbringing and level of education, these green youths who grew up in the remote mountains of Aifala Continent often had no clear or comprehensive understanding of the world they lived in.
Much of the time, even after reaching adulthood, many of them had never spent any extended period away from the village where they were born.
Everything they knew of the outside world, besides the heroic epics and countryside anecdotes they had heard countless times from the old men at the village entrance, came only from the drunken ramblings of merchants who had traveled across the continent, spoken over wine tables on the very rare occasions when a caravan passed through.
Under such circumstances, a very classic example like Colin—a boy still ignorant, yet filled with beautiful hopes for the future—held unnecessary fantasies about the profession of "adventurer."
Of course, it was precisely because of this that, no matter how outrageously high the death rate in the "adventurer" trade was, it had never lacked fresh blood.
Perhaps only one day in the future, when their bones were smashed by a Goblin and they lay deep in a dark cave where no sunlight ever reached; or when they had lost every coin they had at a tavern card table and spent the night alone in a freezing alley, facing the bitter wind, would they truly realize what the three words "adventurer" meant on Aifala Continent.
"Mr. Xia Nan, if I could be as strong as you, my village definitely wouldn't be like it is now, nearly falling apart just because of a group of Goblins."
"Isn't that important?"
Colin's azure eyes were filled with the unique vigor of youth, and a touch of stubbornness showed on his face.
"It's still better than... staying in the village and farming