The flatbread shop owner froze for a moment and instinctively asked:
"Me! Can I go too? Looking like this... can... can I fight the demons too...?"
Before the shop owner could finish, the young man suddenly seized his hand and pulled him straight onto the horse. Only then, as he continued galloping forward, did he call out:
"Are you afraid?"
The shop owner was somewhat dazed:
"Afraid of what?"
The young man pointed to the projected images in the sky overhead:
"Are you afraid of those demons?"
The shop owner froze, looked up at the sky, then scratched his head in embarrassment:
"A little..."
At this point, he suddenly realized something and waved his hands repeatedly:
"No, no, no, young hero, I wasn't trying to go to the Heaven-Demon Battlefield. I only wanted to deliver flatbreads to those three brave men!"
So he told the young man how the three had bought flatbreads earlier, then left in such a hurry that they had forgotten to take them.
Upon hearing this, the young man first laughed aloud, then said with bold spirit:
"Uncle, that's all right. I'll take you to find them!"
The young man immediately added:
"You're right! We can't fight those demons in a bloody battle on empty stomachs!"
The round-faced shop owner promptly let out a long breath and thanked the young man over and over.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the shop owner suddenly asked curiously:
"Young fellow, you're so young. Why do you want to go to the Heaven-Demon Battlefield too?"
Everyone knew very well that going to the Heaven-Demon Battlefield this time meant nine chances of death and only one of survival.
Hearing the shop owner's question, the young man suddenly spoke solemnly:
"Every commoner bears responsibility for the survival of the human race!"
"Once