Daoxiang Village.
Although it also falls under the jurisdiction of Black Stone City, it's at least a three-month walk away from that huge, prosperous city-state said to be home to The Undead.
Golden yet sparse mutated wheat ears hang like heavy apples on the stalks as thick as corn, fluttering vast leaves in the breeze.
Link Aliman, clad in Knight armor, strides with his iron boots on the muddy ridges, the mill's windmill spinning, wafting in a good mood for the day.
"Mr. Sheriff, how was today's patrol?"
Topping her head with a wooden basket filled with bread is Aunt Mei from Daoxiang Village.
Link Aliman bends down, his golden hair hanging low: "All as usual, all is well, beautiful lady."
Teased by his gesture, Aunt Mei giggles, "Talking to a young, handsome man always lifts one's spirits, just like going back to that bonfire ball."
"You must have been the center of attention at the party," Link Alman promptly replies.