Khemjira's Rescue

Chapter 6

Seeing Jhettana talking with the driver, just as he'd told him earlier that he'd go to retrieve the amulet necklace back, Khemjira went off to help others unload luggage and other stuff from the coach to be stored in the village's primary school, which wasn't far away.

It seemed that the incident on the coach had left everyone feeling dispirited, with hardly any mood to continue with the recreational activities they'd planned other than introducing themselves to the villagers, which the village chief had gathered for a meeting to inform everyone of what the Community Service Club had plans to do tomorrow, in case any villagers wanted to observe or participate.

The plans included repairing the school's roof, which was currently closed for the school break, building a library inside the school, fixing the temple's roof and renovating the other parts, and installing water filters at various points in the village so that the villagers would have clean water to drink. They'd also survey each house to see if any villagers needed help with anything, and if it was something they could assist with, they were happy to do so.

Once all the details were shared, everyone separated to rest so that they could conserve their energy for the next day.

"Now, I'll announce the names of the homeowners in the order of their house numbers. If you hear your name, please raise your hand, and the members of the club will come to you. House number thirty-six, Ampai..."

For the accommodations, the club was divided into ten groups, three people per group. There were two people left over, which were Jhettana and Khemjira. But Jhettana had already told them that they'd find their own place to stay.

Each group would stay with the villagers that Jhettana had coordinated with the village chief. Each selected house had more than two family members to ensure that they could look after the members.

What Jhettana hadn't told anyone was that all ten houses selected were homes to magic practitioners.

This village was situated at the foot of a hill near a forest. That meant, other than wild animals, there were also wandering spirits inhibited there. Most of the villagers here made a living by gathering forest products to sell. Sometimes, they also entered the forest to find medicinal herbs to boil and drink as a remedy when they fell ill, as the nearest hospital was tens of kilometers away from the village.

However, entering the forest wasn't something just anyone could do. Some people, who were without magical knowledge, had been led astray by spirits for weeks in there, nearly losing their lives. Therefore, it was essential to study magic to protect oneself from such unseen dangers.

Yet, in this day and age, there aren't many magic practitioners left.

Plus, considering the incident that had occurred on the coach earlier, Jhettana thought it was a good idea to ask the club members to stay in the homes of those people.

The village chief and many villagers were aware of what had happened and promised to help protect and take care of the members who'd traveled far to help improve the living conditions in their village as a way of giving back.

"House number forty-six, Chai-ya and Kaew." After announcing the last homeowner's name, two kind-looking adults raised their hands together, and Charnvit, with the other two women of the same group, slowly walked toward them.

"Alright, from now on, please rest up. We'll meet at the school at seven in the morning. Don't oversleep," the club president concluded. After that, he turned off the microphone and portable speaker, packed up, and everyone dispersed to rest.

"Let's go, Khem. I'm gonna take you to see Por Kru," Jhettana finally spoke up, helping Khemjira pick up his duffel bag and other things from the ground and slinging it over his shoulder. Khemjira clutched his belongings tightly and trailed behind Jhettana, his mind swirling with worries. He couldn't help but imagine Por Kru as a man of the same age as his father, covered in yantra tattoos like the ones he'd seen in movies, with a fierce look and a walking stick ready to strike at troublemakers like Khemjira the moment he stepped foot in the house.