The Pathway Of Wisdom-Chapter 55: The Hidden Organization, Revenant. Part-1.

Time passed, and the rain finally slowed down.

It took Paul a lot of time to clear his head and muster up the strength to stand up and move forward toward his goal.

Sitting on that bench was comfortable; he was hidden from the rain and the scorn of the world, and he was safe. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

But he knew he could not stay there forever, and he had to face the world as long as he kept living.

It’s just that his weak body kept screaming for rest, kept asking to stay here for a bit more.

As they say, the first step is the most difficult towards a new journey.

But the words of that unknown young man gave Paul the strength to overcome his first challenge and take the first step.

He got up and started walking.

Paul had seen that giant clocktower once before; it was a massive pillar of stone and concrete located near the entrance to the nobleman area.

Anyone who dares to linger around that area for too long is immediately noticed by the guards patrolling the area and has to face strict interrogation.

As that area is very close to the entrance of the noble district, the security is often very tight near that area, and it’s near impossible for someone like him who looks like a beggar to even loiter around there.

If he got found out, he might get beaten unconscious and then thrown into some random alley.

Paul had once visited that area back when he was a hard-working man with decent clothes and a loving family with a house and money in his pockets.

Now though, he was nothing but a beggar, maybe even worse than that.

Thankfully, it had been raining heavily for hours, and it’s highly unlikely that any soldier or knight would be patrolling that area right now.

The noble district has hideouts everywhere for the soldiers and knights to stay, but outside there are no such places.

And as knights and soldiers have to patrol in heavy armor and they don’t want their equipment to rust, they likely will stay inside the noble district in the hideouts and won’t come out until the rain completely stops or it’s morning.

There was still an hour or so before the darkness would start receding.

In this world, there are two suns; the night is short, and as there is no pollution to block the sunlight, it gets bright outside early in the morning because sunlight can enter the atmosphere unhindered.

While making sure to avoid wide roads with lots of people as much as possible, Paul slowly but steadily made his way towards the giant clocktower with the broken avanti coin hidden in his pockets.

Although he had no idea what that broken coin symbolized and what he was supposed to do once he reached the clocktower, he had no other choice left in life.

Looking at the cloudy sky, Paul noticed that the dark clouds were starting to clear up and the rain had completely stopped by now.

’You really hate me, don’t you... it was raining when I didn’t want it to... and when I want it to rain and help me keep the guards away, not it’s stopped raining!’

’I really hate weather...’

Weather is the biggest friend and enemy of all farmers.

Sometimes when your crops are destined to die of drought, it suddenly rains and saves the crops.

At other times, when you already have enough water, it suddenly starts raining too much and kills the crops.

Weather is just bizarre like that, and it’s always been the major cause of many farmers losing everything and committing su*cide in despair.

Paul has faced the unpredictable weather his entire life, and it’s nothing new that it’s bringing misfortune to him even now.

By this point, Paul had become numb to anger and despair; he was at a stage where he didn’t even care anymore and only had one goal in mind.

’I must reach the clocktower even if it kills me today!’

Although Paul’s heart was burning with determination, he wasn’t stupid enough to directly charge right into flames.

He knew that after the rain stopped, the knights and soldiers would definitely start patrolling again, and he might not be able to make it on time.

It won’t matter if he manages to reach it before the morning at that point, as he won’t be able to get close to the clocktower under the watchful eyes of the guards.

Just when Paul was feeling a bit desperate, he noticed a carriage parked near a large shop, and an idea appeared in his mind.

Without wasting a single second, Paul sneakily closed the distance between him and the carriage.

The carriage was standing on a street that led to only two places. One was the open area near the clock tower, and the other was the area where the barracks existed.

But there’s no way a soldier living in the barracks would have a carriage, so Paul knew that this carriage was likely going to head towards the Noble District and will probably pass by the clocktower!

’I must do this!’

After checking that there was no one else on the street because it had only just stopped raining, Paul slipped under the carriage, grabbed the wooden frame of the carriage, and hung himself below it.

As even the driver of the carriage seemed to have entered the large shop to take shelter, there was no one to notice him sneaking around the carriage, and he easily hid himself.

Hanging onto the bottom of a carriage was very dangerous, and if his hand slipped, he could easily fall and get injured, but Paul had no other choice.

Just as Paul was done hiding himself, a fat-looking man rushed out of the shop with an anger-filled expression on his face.

"Hurry up! I am getting late! It’s already stopped raining! We are running out of time!"

Under the constant urging of the master of the carriage, the driver hurriedly started driving the carriage and headed straight for the noble district!

Paul was thrilled after he noticed that he had won the gamble; his arms were going numb and his entire body was shivering from exhaustion, but Paul kept clinging with all his might!

The face of his dead wife and his dead kid flashed past his mind every time he thought of giving up and gave him the strength he needed to push forward!

Paul had conquered his nature of easily giving up!

In that moment, he was not just a poor broken farmer anymore; he had succeeded in forging his first shard of courage!