The caravan stopped on the road. The few people in the caravan alighted and began to prepare for the night. Although it was a little early, the actual owner of the caravan, Lulunaka, was a person that no one could persuade or stop. Therefore, no matter what she wanted the members of the caravan to do, they would not resist too much.
Olga went to the back of the caravan to do the heavy work that only adult men could do together with Padding to prepare for the night.
Olga and Padding, one was in the second last carriage, while the other was in the first last carriage.
The two did not gather together and did not gossip. They just worked silently.
A week ago, the two were enemies that almost killed each other.
Padding wanted to kill Romuona, the girl that Olga cherished the most. Olga wanted to kill anyone who dared to touch Romuona. And he did it. He killed the person that Padding was supposed to protect and indirectly made it impossible for Padding to kill Romuona.
The two of them were enemies, so they would not have any common topics to talk about, nor would they be in a position where they could talk to each other to relieve their boredom. Before the conspiracy and the massacre, they were good friends.
Olga and Padin weren't completely isolated from each other. During this week, they would greet each other whenever they had to talk, such as when the convoy was being reorganized or when they stopped for a night's rest. But that was it. They wouldn't talk more than that.
But now, it seemed that they had a different conversation than usual.
Olga took the tools needed to make a fire and the bedding for the night from the carriage.
Although he could not be too particular when he was outside, Olga still hoped that Romuona could have a better life if he had something suitable.
It is always quicker to start a fire with a bit of firewood, which can be lit quickly, and which is not washed away by the rain, than to use the branches of the forest, which are full of rainwater; and a few rough, but suitable bedding will save the sleeper from mosquito bites.
People like Olga and the others wouldn't be so particular when they were drifting outside. Ordinary insects and insects couldn't cause too much trouble.
But for a girl like Romuona, although she used to live a poor life, it was the first time that she had to leave her hometown and travel thousands of miles away.
So Olga still hoped that Romuona could have a better life, especially after such a drastic change.
When Olga took these things, Padding had just calmed the horses and fed them some dried hay.
When Olga put these things on the ground, he saw Padding's back.
This man had just entered middle age and was still in the prime of his life. He should be in the golden age of a warrior. His body had not aged and was not inferior to a young man. After decades of experience, his experience would not be worse than an old man.
Such a person should be in the rising period and have the opportunity to break through the silver rank and go to a more wonderful realm. But he had become like this.
Padding no longer had the imposing manner of a thousand men.
Whether it was in the King's Castle or in the conspiracy in the Forest of the Dead, the Padding Edgar that Olga knew was a strong man with the demeanor of a knight. He was calm and had a suffocating aura.
And now, Padding was a completely different person from the past.
This knight … no, the former knight. Although he still had a straight body, he no longer had the imposing manner. He no longer had the silver-white mail armor and his beloved sword. He looked like a strong farmer.
Although the farmer's eyes were still bright, his spirit could not be seen. He only existed here and worked for someone.
The current Padding was weaker than Olga. If the two were to fight to the death again, it was hard to say who would win.
Olga looked at Padding and thought for a while. Then he opened his mouth to speak to Padding.
"Padding …" Realizing that Padding was no longer a knight, he swallowed the word "knight" that followed, "It has been a week since that dishonorable murder."
This was the first time Olga spoke to Padding officially since that day.
At this time, the two were no longer on opposite sides and no longer had their original identities. Padding was no longer a knight who wanted to kill Romuona, and Olga was no longer a guard of a noble lady.
Even if the former opposition was changed, the two could not talk harmoniously like before.
But today, Olga took the first step and wanted to have a formal talk with Padding.
Although the two were not sitting face to face, neither the environment nor the atmosphere seemed to be suitable for a formal talk.
However, this was probably the best outcome for them.
Usually, when they could sit down, Romuona was beside them. It was not a good time to talk. Most importantly, Lulunaka was also there.
Olga didn't want to have a smiling girl by her side who didn't let anyone know what she was thinking. She didn't want to be able to read his mind, peel off the outer layer of his soul, and then be defeated.
Padding Edgar was the best example. Olga did not want to end up like Padding at all.
Padding stopped his work and looked at Olga.
There was no despair or decadence in this man's eyes. His eyes were still clear, and there was no expression on his face.
He looked like an ordinary worker, but this was the most abnormal part. He was a knight, a Silver Knight with a promising future.
"Do days feel like years?
Mr. Olga. "
Padding said, "It's only been a week … I thought you would never have anything to say to me."
There was a sense of humor in Padin's words that no one could understand. It was as if he was surprised that Olga would talk to him. Seven days felt like seven years to him, and all the hostility and hatred between them had been worn away.
"Indeed."
Olga replied, "You and I have nothing to talk about. Although you don't want to kill Onna anymore, it doesn't mean that I'm relieved … Just a week ago, you were still the murderer who wanted to kill Onna even at the cost of your own life."
Padding nodded, "Yes, at that time, I was determined to kill Miss Romuona, without any hesitation … But that's all in the past.
I don't have the motive to kill Miss Romuona, and I've even given up my identity as a knight.
Now, I'm just an alchemist's laborer. My status is probably even lower than an apprentice's. "
Olga did not immediately answer, but remained silent for a while.
Padding did not intend to continue talking, so he started his work again.
Feeding hay to the horses, counting goods, food and drinking water, checking whether the wheels were damaged … There was always work to be done.
There were no knights who did not need to do chores here, nor were there any attendants who needed to follow them. There were only five people who each had their own thoughts, barely maintaining the operation of the caravan.
After a while, Olga continued, "Who else wants Onna to die?"
Padding stopped his work, but he did not look at Olga. He just stared at the bales of hay in front of him.
"You know, they don't want Miss Romuona to die, they just want a dead person … It doesn't matter who it is, Miss Romuona just happened to be chosen."
Olga was not a crude person. He was a meticulous person, so he understood what Padding's words meant.
"I know, whether it is Onna or someone else here today, the ending has been decided long ago, and it has nothing to do with Onna … But I still want to know, who else?"
Padding was silent for a while before slowly opening his mouth, "Knowing is meaningless. You don't intend to retaliate.
Since that is the case, it is better not to know. "
Olga let out a long sigh and did not ask any more questions.
As Padding said, he did not have a strong desire to retaliate. However, he was unwilling to give up and asked about this matter. Then, he reluctantly stopped asking.
He was old and could no longer take revenge. Even if he was given the opportunity to know who the mastermind was, he did not have the heart and strength to do so.
If he died, Onna would be alone – as for letting Onna take revenge on that bastard of a husband, Olga did not want and did not agree to it.
Killing one's own father was not a good thing, even if it was that kind of father … there was no need for Romuona's hands to be stained with that kind of dirty blood.
However, Olga still felt a sting in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.
It had nothing to do with the conspiracy behind it. He just hated the head of the Mullenin Family from the bottom of his heart.
When they first met, Olga's impression of that man was that he was a cold person. Now, however, that impression had changed to one of coldness and ruthlessness.
Olga and Padding stopped talking and continued with their work.
The two of them were not talkative people and there was nothing else to talk about. Thus, they ended the conversation.
At this time, the young boys and girls in front of the convoy were also busy. Julius's groan could be heard from the rear of the convoy.