Three days later, Anning reined in his horse by the seaside of Nice.
Strangely enough, after so many years since his transmigration, he had not once thought to come and see the sea.
Lasalle took a bunch of grapes and happily munched away next to Anning, asking as he ate, "General, are you thinking about your hometown?"
Anning hesitated for a moment.
It had been over a decade since he transmigrated, and he had never returned to his hometown. Mainly because, as a transmigrator, he didn't feel a sense of belonging there, and he also worried about being found out when communicating with relatives upon returning.
What if they thought he was possessed by a devil? That would be troublesome.
Although the power of religion was not as strong as during the witch hunt era, still...
In short, Anning considered it a hassle and had never gone back home, only occasionally sending money to prove he was still alive.
