When Roland finally finished a day's work and returned home from the Knight Order, it was already late at night.
He tied the ride horse in the backyard stable, looked up at the window on the second floor of the new home, and suddenly felt an illusion like another world.
He had lived in the slums for more than eighteen years and was long accustomed to the dirty and cluttered environment. Suddenly moving into a clean and tidy new home was indeed a bit unsettling.
It felt like just a few days ago, he was still in the slums.
Well, he was indeed living in the slums just a few days ago; no wonder it felt so familiar.
Thinking of the thrilling day at the Knight Order, Roland was a bit relieved that he hadn't let Lisa tag along.
He had guessed that today wouldn't be peaceful, so he simply allowed Lisa to wait at home for news, using that she was not an official member of the Knight Order as a reason.
