Windmills and knights. Ever since Don Quixote, they seemed to have become a classic pairing. Seeing windmills as giants, then charging them as a knight. Such absurd behavior could now be interpreted as romantic. Times changed; nothing stayed the same forever.
And right now, Zhao Si was like a knight charging a windmill.
Blaidd?, Helena, and Fia all spurred their horses toward Windmill Village. They wanted to enter the village before nightfall and get some work done while there was still daylight. Blaidd? had no confidence about this matter either, because he had never done it before.
Who would have thought knights would have to investigate cases on the side?
As they approached Windmill Village, the first thing they saw was three bodies hanging from a wooden frame at the entrance. Judging by the degree of decay, they probably had not been dead for very long. They gave off a terrible stench and swayed gently in the wind. The wind in Windmill Village was certainly strong. The place really had been built right in its path.
The great windmills creaked as they turned, and the bodies swayed rhythmically. The wind carried the smell of rot. A gloomy pall hung over the entire village. Some people seemed to have heard the commotion outside and poked their heads out to look, but no one dared come out to greet them.
The group dismounted at the village entrance. Their mounts were all trained warhorses and did not panic at the sight of the bodies. Leading their horses and giving the corpses as wide a berth as possible, they entered Windmill Village. Zhao Si cleared his throat and called, "Could someone please fetch the village chief? The Two Fingers sent us."
Only after hearing this did a villager venture out and jog off to