On a quiet night, there was celebration in a medium-sized village. Conan and his friends Subtai and Valeria were talking and drinking wine from their mugs. Conan did not show any interest. He was staring at passers-by, the men hanging out with prostitutes and others drinking alone. Conan's mind was lost in his painful memories from his childhood. The scene of his mother being killed before his eyes was still alive. The barbarian sighed sadly. Then he started drinking wine. _₊⊹♡﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ Moments later, another person entered Traven. It was a beautiful girl who looked clean, and her clothes also did not belong to someone who belonged here. Her features showed astonishment, fear, and loss. She entered, looking right and left. Someone was following her. She sat in a seat next to Conan, Subtai and Valeria.