The village was bustling, which was strange to see. People were preparing for the yearly harvest festival; everyone was throwing their hats in the ring. Karl actually enjoyed watching the people get so excited, not that he participated much himself, but he did like attending and watching from the side lines. The villagers were shocked to see him, and most did their best to avoid the immortal lord. He watched, scanning the crowds until his eyes landed on one person who caught his eye.