Pseudo-Villaines

The Poor Village

Jean gets to a village that is quite secluded in the morning. It is not wrong to say that this village is remote. Far from the nearest city, the difficulty of access to enter and exit, and the houses there consisting of several wooden houses and huts.

There is nothing interesting about this village. To be honest. There is no large expanse of rice fields. There are only a few small gardens that may already be unproductive. If Jean had to describe this village in words, then...

"The village has no hope."

More or less like that picture. Not an exaggeration. Jean did not see anyone outside the house when the sun had risen. Were it not for her ability to sense one's life energy, Jean would probably have thought of this village as abandoned.

Jean stepped into the village. According to his calculations, no more than 200 people inhabited this place. There are many buildings destroyed as well. Unmistakably, the bandits who were nesting in the cave he came to were definitely one of the causes of this all.

But that doesn't explain why the population in this village is so small. There is another cause that explains this. The only possibility that existed in Jean's head was the landlord forcibly taking many people away from this village.

Or so he should have done. At last he heard a voice calling out to him from behind. When Jean turned his head, it turned out that he was a small-bodied old geezer who had been bent down.

"What are you doing in a place like this, son? It's dangerous to wander around even though morning has arrived."

"I'm sorry if this makes you feel bad. I just just passed by. No more and no less. I'll be out of here soon. Excuse me."

Grandpa shook his head. He pointed towards the biggest house. He also gestured for Jean to come with him.

"That house is my dwelling. I am the head of this village. I'm Piotr. What's your name, son?"

"My name is Ulrich. I am a traveler who travels from one country to another. Coincidentally, I want to go to the nearest town and find this village while it is walking."

Piotr stopped staring at Jean's goal. He may be a nobody, but his long life makes him become more sensitive to the lies being spoken, somehow. However, he did not see any signs of the lie from the young man who was in front of him.

Piotr said nothing more and continued walking. So did Jean. As soon as they entered the house of Piotr, Jean was presented with a view that was mediocre, if not to say bad.

The atmosphere inside his house was chaotic. Not much furniture and furniture but messy and dirty like rarely cleaned. This house is rarely cleaned. Jean could even see the mouse pacing back and forth casually.

"Sorry, I haven't cleaned this house since my wife died. Sit down, I'll probably have nothing to eat. But at least I can boil some warm water for you."

Piotr went to his kitchen, assisted by a stick he held. Jean sat in one of the dusty chairs after a bit of cleaning. Jean looked at the whole house. Just like this poor village, there was nothing interesting.

The wood that is the main raw material of this house has been weathered, ready to fall at any time. Spider nets filled the corners of the house and ceiling. The dust that fills this house will definitely make anyone sneeze if they get in here. Of course except Jean.

Old man Piotr came out of the kitchen in a limped step. While in his right hand holding a stick, his left hand held a wooden glass whose steam billowed from within.

Piotr gave his glass to Jean. It was just plain boiled water. Doesn't matter. Jean drank it without hesitation. A warm feeling flowed throughout his body, making him somewhat comfortable.

At that very instant, his gaze became heavy and twitched. Drowsiness attacked him. Unable to bear with it, Jean decides to give up and corn falls asleep, after seeing Piotr's smile.