Time flowed on.
The white fruit of Lancaster Territory ripened and fell, fell and ripened again... until so much time had passed that people gradually forgot the legend of the haunting here.
One day, a stranger suddenly arrived at the door of Tony, the fruit farmer.
The man had an unremarkable face and ordinary features, but his eyes were deep and profound.
He stood outside the fence, holding a horse by the reins.
The black horse even stretched out its neck to chew on the vines and branches protruding through the fence.
The sight made fruit farmer Tony's heart ache a little.
But seeing the stranger's neat attire and the longsword at his waist... he did not dare say anything. He could only step forward with a fawning smile. "My lord... what can I do for you?"
"Haha..."
Aaron laughed heartily. "My name is Aaron. I'm a traveler, and I heard the white fruit here is quite good, so I came especially to buy some and give it a try."
As he spoke, he tossed over a silver coin.
The silver coin was brand-new and gleaming. Tony took it and blew on it, and his eyes immediately lit up. Stroking the patterns on its surface, he knew it was not privately minted by the lord, but the kingdom's standard currency. "Certainly, my lord. Please wait a moment—I'll pick some for you right away!"
The commotion here also alerted Tony's family.
An old man with a head of white hair but a powerfully muscled body emerged, leaning on a cane.
He looked at Aaron without the slightest change in expression.
"Hello... my name is Aaron."
Looking at him, Aaron simply could not connect this man with the fair, adorable infant in his memories.
"Haha... I'm Old Tor!"
Tor laughed heartily. "When