Happy Life
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- I will be, - Veserod confirmed with a nod and escorted the guest out.
He spent the next half hour on his usual morning routine: he stretched and did some exercises, had a snack, and double-checked the equipment he had prepared in advance.
Stepping out of the house, he stood on the doorstep for a moment, letting the morning breeze and the sun's rays wash over him, attuning himself to the surrounding world.
- Glory to the Sharnhorst clan, - he exhaled.
Walking around the house, Veserod smiled at Dianka, who had jumped out of her kennel and greeted him with joyful barking, and tossed her some meat scraps. After patting the dog on the head and letting her have breakfast, he went to the sheepfold, opened the latch, let the sunlight in, and was met with a deafening bleating and a pungent smell of livestock. After conducting a standard inspection, he made sure that all the animals were healthy and energetic - as energetic as sheep could be.
By the time he finished, the shepherd arrived - Veserod didn't remember his full name and simply called him Nikita - a smart young man who, for a small fee, along with Dianka, took care of herding the sheep.
Nodding at the boy and patting him on the shoulder, the hunter set off to his destination.
He spent the next half hour on his usual morning routine: he stretched and did some exercises, had a snack, and double-checked the equipment he had prepared in advance.
Stepping out of the house, he stood on the doorstep for a moment, letting the morning breeze and the sun's rays wash over him, attuning himself to the surrounding world.
- Glory to the Sharnhorst clan, - he exhaled.
Walking around the house, Veserod smiled at Dianka, who had jumped out of her kennel and greeted him with joyful barking, and tossed her some meat scraps. After patting the dog on the head and letting her have breakfast, he went to the sheepfold, opened the latch, let the sunlight in, and was met with a deafening bleating and a pungent smell of livestock. After conducting a standard inspection, he made sure that all the animals were healthy and energetic - as energetic as sheep could be.
By the time he finished, the shepherd arrived - Veserod didn't remember his full name and simply called him Nikita - a smart young man who, for a small fee, along with Dianka, took care of herding the sheep.
Nodding at the boy and patting him on the shoulder, the hunter set off to his destination.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
