They arrived at an unusual old construction, which looked like a hut in similarity, but it was built very differently, though the roof was also made of straw just like a hut.
A wooden fence was built around it, and the land owned by them was not small. If he had this much land in the modern world, he would have practically made himself a rich man.
Selling a land this size would definitely fetch him, millions or a probability of a billion if the price increases because of its worth.
'Can't believe all this belongs to one family, this is almost one city in the modern world and the houses in the modern world were built so close together it's hard to realise it.'
They walked across the large acre of field, arriving at the small hut-like construction. There were seven of them, but the one in the middle seemed like the biggest and was built in a square shape while the others were built in a circular shape.
There was no door, their footwear was placed outside as usual, and the door was replaced with a white cloth. They wore sandals on their legs instead of shoes. The cloth was pushed aside when they were going in, an unusual method he never knew existed except now.
They went in, and the inner decor of the structure was what left him speechless. He had never expected a structure of this age to look this nice on the inside.
Apparently, the individual who designed the inside should have been paid more because he didn't understand what they were thinking when they were building the outside.
Right beside the door, there was a set of stools arranged properly, and in the centre was a table made of metal constructions.
Long benches were arranged in an orderly manner around the centre table. On these stools sat six older men, excluding the oldest man in the room sitting on the only bench with a soft attachment for the bottom and back.
The six men all seemed heavy and well built for battle, like they had been training all their lives and opposite to them sat two royally dressed guards, probably sent from the king himself.
As he stepped in fully, everyone turned to him without hesitation. The oldest man in the room had a small smile appear on his face as he walked in.
"My son, Lythion, I have told you more than once to stop straying away from the fields with the sheep. But you never listen to me, do you?" He coughed heavily, using his hand to cover his mouth.
Everyone except the two guards rushed to his aid, offering him water and other things to calm him down. Lythion felt the urge to apologise to the old man since he was his father in this world, and he seemed to care dearly for him.
He knelt down close to the chair of the old man and held his hand, staring at him closely. "I'm sorry, Dad, I'm sorry for making you worry about me so much. I will be better and listen to your orders more effectively!"
The others groaned in disapproval, but Lythion didn't pay them any attention. His only attention was on the old man, who happened to be his father in this new world.
He waited for a response from the man, old age, making him slower than he was expected to act. "It's alright, don't punish yourself. Take a seat. The palace guards are here to deliver a message for the 'Quest retriever'"
Lythion had so many questions to ask everyone, especially the old man, but he kept the questions to himself and took a seat on one of the stools to avoid any suspicion.
One of the grumpy older men walked up to him with a glare, "that's my chair. Do you want to steal my birthright like you have stolen our fathers love from us?"
The question stung. He had little idea what he meant, but the way it was thrown at him, it pricked at his heart, and he suddenly felt guilty for no reason.
He immediately apologised and rose up from the seat, taking a stand behind them all until everyone took their seats before he joined them.
Everyone's attention was set on the two guards who remained quiet as they watched the whole family drama, not intervening or saying a word of objection, just as their job required them to.
When the family was finally settled and ready to listen to what they had to say, one of them sat forward and cleared his throat, taking a sealed scroll from his subordinate.
"To those who this message is referring to, this is a quest, and you have no rights in the decision making as it has already been decided." He explained first, making sure to pass the rules properly before unsealing the scroll.
"I recently discovered that one of your sons, Tzech, is a quest retriever. I would require him to go on this quest on my behalf, and refusal is not an option."
The guards raised his head to them, making sure they heard every word he said.
"The king needs a specific stone: the harmonic stone, for an upcoming battle, and he needs it to be brought to him as soon as possible and, if possible, within a week to avoid beheading."
"The quest retriever is to take this quest seriously and shouldn't stray away or get lost. If they are caught by any kingdom, they are expected to commit suicide on the spot to avoid the secrets of the kingdom slipping out."
"Also, you have to be careful of the monsters guarding the harmonic stone, for they are deceivers and shouldn't be trusted. Your most trusted son has to go on this journey and return without fail."
He dipped a hand inside his waist bag and brought out another sealed paper, but this one looked lighter and older than the one he read out for them to hear.
"Here is a map. They will need it in discovering the harmonic stone."
"Now, you must pick which of your sons will go on this dangerous journey. Remember, there is a reward when you return: A hundred gold coins and land will be given to you in return!."
The guard had finished speaking and conveying the king's orders to them. The only remaining action was for their father to choose which of them was to go for the journey.
'If there is anyone suitable for this journey, it's all of them except me. I have not done anything in my life, like literally, I am just arriving in this world. I don't even have a memory of anything before my arrival."
'Also, they all look way healthier than I do. In their presence, I look like a broom stick. There's no way I'm suitable for a journey like this!.'
While his thoughts spiralled with all the reasons why he wasn't suitable for a mission like this, their father remained quiet, making his decision as carefully as he could.
After all, they were all his sons, and sending either of them on a dangerous journey isn't what a father would normally do without a reason.
"I have made my decision." He announced to everyone's hearing, shifting his weight on the chair he sat on.