"Is this our village?"
Quilan Elias rode in a carriage and finally caught sight of newly built houses amid the Wilds.
Behind the carriage trailed one or two hundred exhausted farmers.
"Hyde, go check if this is the place."
Quilan pointed at a flag on his carriage bearing Count Elias's crest, alongside the emblem unique to Quilan himself.
The young man ran over and found the same emblem at the entrance to the village road.
"My lord, this is it. We've arrived."
"We're finally here."
Quilan let out a sigh of relief. Since parting ways with the others, he had reined in much of his reckless nature and begun focusing on his future career.
According to his count father, coming to this world carried a considerable risk of death.
His only advantage over the others lay in his father's relationship with Marquis Ryan. Marquis Ryan had prepared some basic resources for him in this village.
Quilan Village was not large, with only sixty or seventy houses arranged irregularly around a two-story stone building at its center. Its entrance naturally faced the road. Yes, this village was connected to the road network centered around Oren City.
The stone building at the center, with a plaza and broad cleared zones on all four sides, was naturally Quilan's castle. Everyone followed him to the plaza.
"You wait here for now. Hyde, bring some men and follow me."
Quilan spoke as ten burly men followed him into the stone building. Before long, they found the warehouse.
A seal made of animal hide had been affixed to it, bearing Rhino Horn Mountain's emblem. No one dared tear it open lightly.
When Quilan opened the warehouse's wooden doors, his chest rose and fell unevenly.
The reason was simple. The first thing he saw was a suit