Urich, now deep in the recovery phase, spent his days in bed like a man already dead. The only thing he did was just eat the food brought by the wife or the daughter of the farmhouse.0

"Phew."0

Urich briefly got up and swung his sword slowly, feeling each fiber of his muscles move with the blade. He felt a sharp pain as soon as he moved his abs. He checked his body's condition by touching the painful area.0

'Should be alright as long as I don't swing too big or hard.'0

He figured he could swing the sword a bit as long as he controlled how much he contracted his abs.1

"This hasn’t been too bad."1

Although they were mostly motivated by money, the farmer’s family took good care of him. Despite the hassle, they brought fresh hot cloth every day and provided ample food. Even Kylios, who was tied outside, seemed to have been fed quite well.0

‘They like money a little too much, but they’re still good people.'2

Urich eavesdropped on the warm family conversations in his bed. The words they were exchanging were quite heartwarming. With nothing else to do, listening in on the family’s chatter had become his only pastime.0

"Did you move the firewood?"0

"I do it without being told every...0