Patos was a village centered around a manor protected by a 5-meter-tall wall. A 30-meter-wide, fast-flowing river was located right in front of the village wall. As such, it was almost impossible to invade Patos as long as the two bridges leading to the farms and pasture were properly defended.

In addition, the 500 or so residents, the livestock, and important facilities such as mills were all located inside the village walls. As long as a proper defense was maintained, it was possible to endure an attack for more than a year.

“Master!” Luke shouted with surprise and joy when Eugene returned. He had departed with only the beowulf warriors but was now returning with numerous mercenaries, as well as a depot.

“What’s all this about? Are you hurt anywhere?” Luke asked.

“I am fine. By the way, give your greetings,” Eugene responded.

“What?” Luke said with a puzzled expression.

Pythamoras stepped forward and introduced himself with a smile. “Are you the new Count of Crawlmarine? Let me introduce myself. I am a follower of mana from Mount Robtimo. My name is Pythamoras.”

“What?!” Luke expressed his shock. 

The other nobles of Crawlmarine also shouted with wonder.

“A druid!”

“What is a master druid doing here?!”

It was puzzling enough that a man had returned with mercenaries and a military depot after setting off to observe the enemy’s movements, let alone a druid.

“Nice to meet you. I am Luke. I continue the legacy of Crawlmarine and serve Sir Eugene as my master,” Luke responded in a polite manner.

Pythamoras took on...