Kalanfu'er, outskirts.
Robins circled high in the sky, their silvery-white feathers seeming to blend into the mottled halos of light in the air.
"Is this the place?"
Xia Nan looked at the somewhat run-down wooden house before him and asked.
Behind him, the accompanying guard nodded in confirmation.
"Yes, sir."
By now, he and the Halfling had already left the cemetery and brought a squad of guards to the residence of the person Ingram had mentioned, the one who fit the description in the verse.
As for our dedicated Sheriff, he was escorting the gravekeeper to the Church to be placed under the protection of the priest. Under the gaze of the gods, that was practically the safest place in all of Kalanfu'er.
Once the gravekeeper had been delivered and locked up, he would immediately come over to join the two of them.
There was nothing strange about the place.
Unlike the gravekeeper's house in the graveyard, the wooden house before them looked just as old and worn, but it was kept very clean overall.
The little flower bed in front of the door was lush and green, dotted with all sorts of bright, colorful unknown flowers, full of life and vitality.
In an inconspicuous spot by the corner of the wall, even a clump of brown mushrooms stubbornly squeezed its way out.
After all, it had rained heavily just yesterday, and this was the hot, muggy season.
Xia Nan did not think much of it and followed the Halfling to the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The door was gently rapped.
"Coming..."
A hoarse, low voice came from behind the door, accompanied by slow, heavy footsteps.
With a creak, the dark wooden door slowly opened amid the sluggish scrape of stiff hinges, and what came into view was a thin,