Everything operated according to the original order, methodically and silently.
Even Jeff, who was recuperating in the church before, smoothly returned to the inn to reunite with the caravan people.
And until now, three days later, he has not heard any information related to this event.
"Could it really just be Ingram’s personal action, unrelated to the church?"
"But how could a sheriff suddenly disappearing in the town not cause any stir?"
Xia Nan just felt something was strange.
As if he had touched the tip of the iceberg above the water surface, only vaguely seeing a huge hidden outline behind it, causing him to instinctively hold back his actions in fear.
With his current strength, it’s better not to get too involved.
Accompanied by the faint sound of a wooden prosthetic hit the ground, Jeff, reeking of alcohol, staggered over.
He didn’t even wait for Xia Nan to speak; just glanced over, he raised his head and downed the drink in his hand.
"Although I’ve said it many times already, but... hiccup."
"If it weren’t for the two of you that night, let alone retirement, I fear I wouldn’t even have made it back to River Valley Town alive."
In his drunken eyes, a serious expression suddenly appeared.
"I have limited abilities, can’t help much with adventurers’ matters."
"But if you ever come to Neum, find me."
Having made the decision to retire, naturally, the caravan he worked hard for half his life to accumulate was also put on the shelf.
A buyer has already been found,
Largely thanks to Jeff’s good reputation, the offered price is quite favorable.
It’s enough for him to return to Neum and open a small tailor shop with his family, the income may not be as high as before, but it’s safe and stable.
Plus, with these many years of savings, by being a bit frugal and not overspending, Jeff should be able to live a relatively decent old age.
"Aren’t you planning to heal that leg?"
Xia Nan glanced at the prosthetic on his left foot, asking.
"Where would I find the money for that? It’s too expensive!" Jeff laughed heartily, shaking the wine glass in his hand, "Anyway, I won’t be running with the caravan anymore, just living in the city, so whether it gets healed or not doesn’t really matter."
Xia Nan nodded slightly, respecting his decision without saying more.
But in his heart, a thought arose:
Speaking of which, if it weren’t for possessing the "attribute panel" of Golden Finger, and having a decent physical talent allowing him to see the path upward...
Living like Jeff, saving for a few years and then opening a small shop in a safe place, seems like a good life too.
The thought had just arisen, but Xia Nan snuffed it out instantly.
In his view, the skin around Jeff’s severed limb, like dead wood, was a lifeless gray.
Seeing the flesh and bone severed by a sword, one could feel the phantom pain just by looking.
His mind flashed back to a few nights ago, when undead Tim pulled Jeff’s calf bone from his muscles while he was asleep.
Unlike the highly advanced civilized society of the past life.
The current fantasy world, perhaps having developed even more advanced supernatural powers, lacks a robust official organization capable of balancing high level professionals on a large scale.
To some extent, "law" for certain powerful entities within the Evil Camp, is almost as meaningless as wasted paper.
Based on this premise, if he were just an ordinary person, or a lower-level adventurer.
He might live a calm and stable life.
But he could also lead to a tragic death by the whims of a high-level professional passing by in a foul mood.
If caught in a conspiracy like Ingram’s planning, he wouldn’t even know the reason for his death.
Even if, as Xia Nan once dreamed, he amassed a vast fortune, retired to the countryside, and lived a quiet and happy life with his family.
He could never tolerate any random cat or dog on the road easily threatening his and his dearly valued ones’ lives and safety.
The dreamt-of happy life, immense savings enough to live out a lifetime in prosperity, and all he pursues...
Strength is the most fundamental aspect for him to stand firm in this world!
Watching Jeff, who staggered away gradually, still not fully adapted to using the prosthetic, limping and wobbling.