Thus, the Kings and Heroes who were already on the same continent finally returned to the Novice Village to find that villager.
That villager was actually easy to find.
A villager who could go up Dragon Mountain to chop firewood could be located with a few inquiries.
Yet despite such a simple matter, they had assumed at the time that the Prophet was deceiving them.
So they never did it.
"Damn it, why didn't we think things through more carefully back then? Why didn't we consider it further?"
Then they investigated thoroughly and finally uncovered information related to that villager.
It turned out that this villager was a Hero from generations and generations ago...
In other words, a first-generation Hero.
The fact that he had lived until now was already incredible.
It was just that this uncle was extremely low-key.
No one in the village knew his true identity. They only knew that he often traveled far from home.
He could travel far away and still return.
That alone was already remarkable.
In fact, if not for the Prophet, whenever everyone encountered trouble with the previous lord, they would have sought him out to resolve it.
They arrived at a secluded farmhouse courtyard and saw the villager uncle chopping firewood.
One chop, two chops, three, four.
Every blow landed upon their hearts.
When Red Dragon saw this first-generation Hero, his legs nearly gave out.
"Good, good, you finally came," the villager uncle said with a smile. "I thought it would be a very, very long time before you remembered that I existed."
Hero Sword hurriedly said, "Sorry, Uncle. We only found you now."
"We came to ask about Red Dragon."
The villager uncle nodded and looked at Red Dragon.
"Yes. This dragon you speak of—I encountered a similar situation a