Blood Assimilation

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When Randy heard about this revelation, he immediately asked how the language came to be since it was simply impossible for the royal family to learn a new language out of nowhere. After all, they needed to come up with the characters of the language for a long time and practice it among themselves.

The old man responded right away by stating that the royal family claimed that they had learned the language from a visitor of their royal family who bestowed upon them this language.

Randy was even more confused when he heard this response from the old man.

Afterward, he pondered the old man's words.

Ignoring the fact that the language was distributed among the royal family and the noble families of this world a few decades ago, why would someone bestow a language to them in the first place? What was their motive for doing so? Did that person also come from his world or not? If so, then why give out their world's language without thinking about the consequences? Do they not know that promulgating one's origin's language could give out their secrets?

Randy did not understand this person's motive at all since there was a chance that the people in this world would discover that they came from another world and then instigate animosity toward them depending on the sequence of events or their thought processes.

However, he quickly shook these thoughts away as it did not matter to him what the other party was plotting as long as it did involve him. And besides, maybe the other party had their reasons for doing such things and it was not his place to get involved in their business.

Randy had already learned about this world to a certain extent and was now very confident that he would not stick out in the wrong way if he were to go out there right now.

Furthermore, he had also learned the common language used by the normal citizens of this world. With that, his preparations are now complete. It was now time for him to depart from this place and head to the city that was close to this place.

At this point, he was inside his room while wearing a simple cloth that he had received from the village. A grey shirt with a V-neck. And also, he was carrying on his back the rusty sword that he bought from a pawn shop in the commercial section in Sky Rise city.

While he was checking to see if he did not leave anything behind, there was a sudden knock on the door. Randy paused whatever he was doing and then asked: "Who's there?"

"It's me, Klara." A soft voice, almost whispering, echoed behind the door. But Randy could hear it very clearly since the building walls of the houses were made entirely out of wood.

After recognizing the owner of the voice, he went to open the door only to see a young girl with silky brown hair and bright brown eyes standing behind it. This young girl was the same girl that he saved one week ago, her name was Klara.

After staying in this village for one week, the two of them had somehow gotten along with each other even though she was somehow wary of him in the beginning. Back then, Randy did not mind her treatment toward him much at the beginning since she was around the same age as his sister.

Although she was three years older than Lydia, who was only twelve, her physical appearance was not that much different when compared to his little sister's physical appearance.

Randy wondered if the reason was that she had not been eating enough or simply because she was a small person who had yet to hit her growth spurt.

He inwardly shook his head a moment later and then asked: "Klara, why did you come? You know that I am leaving today, right?"

"This… I know. It's just that… Big brother Crimson… No, Sir Crimson."

"I told you to just call me, Crimson."

"I-I can't simply refer to my savior by his name."

"Is that so? Also, why is it that you're not calling me 'Big brother Crimson' like before? Instead, you're now calling me Sir Crimson? Isn't that too distant?" Randy teased the little girl by imitating her voice.

"That's because…." Klara suddenly stopped herself and then sighed.

The next moment, she seemed to have made up her mind about something as she deeply gazed at Randy with a mustered courage before saying: "Sir Crimson, can I follow you to the city? I know how to get there. I have been to the city many times already with grandpa. So if I come with you, I can introduce various places to you when we get to the city."

"No, Klara. I can't take you with me. I have to… I would be doing something very dangerous, so it's better if you stay here for now." Randy sternly declined.

"But don't worry, I will make sure to come to visit you when I am done with whatever I would be doing. You remember the reason why I am leaving the village, right? I need to find my way back home. And for that to happen, I need to earn money and gather information about my continent. Once I accomplish my goal and preparations, I will come by to visit everyone one last time before leaving, okay?" He then continued with a smile.

"But…" Klara bit her bottom lip with a sad expression.

Randy noticed Klara's expression, which reminded him of his little sister when she was sad about something.

When he stayed here, he treated this little girl as he did with his own sister, so perhaps the little girl has become attached to him because of that since she was an only child, and she viewed him as an older brother even though they only spent a few days together.

Afterward, Randy hesitantly reached his right hand forward before carefully patting on her head softly.

"Rest assured. Like I said just now, as long as I am alive and I finish my preparations, I will come and visit your village and see you, okay? After all, gramps and everyone else in the village had taken good care of me these past few days by teaching me about all sorts of things. So how could I forget about you and everyone else?" Randy smiled at the girl as he reassured her.