Chapter 413 - 3 Men’s job (2/3)
Chapter 413: 3 Men’s job (2/3)
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Rhode sat calmly in the chariot as the horses galloped to their destination. He gazed at the fast-moving scenery outside the windows while Gillian was curled up listlessly on the soft sofa opposite him like a cute little puppy. Her fluffy tail served as a blanket over her body as she dozed off.
The road to Castel Plateau was full of twists and turns. Rhode had to board the chariot from Twilight Forest through White River Valley in the northeast before reaching their final destination. It was located in the junction between Paphield and Dortmund Mountain, belonging to the territory of Purple Lily Guild.
After years of neglect, this road had become extremely bumpy and was a pain in their butts. Although this chariot sponsored by Matt was quite luxurious and was laid with thick fur cushion for the comfort of the passengers, Rhode didn’t feel comfortable at all. There wasn’t any rubber in this continent and the chariot wheels were made with a combination of wood and steel. Although the flat, cone-disc wheels could resist the impact generated when traveling on uneven ground to a certain extent, it still took a toll on everyone after a long journey.
It was moments like these that Rhode began to miss the fluid movements in the game. Although it was an immersive game, transportations on chariots were designed with the considerations of players where their journey would be as smooth as boarding a high-speed rail. At this moment, Rhode was beginning to get affected by motion sickness.
“Hu…”
Rhode leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and sighed. The journey from the Land of Atonement to Castel Plateau would need at least five to six days and to hasten on their journey under such conditions gave him a huge headache. And the most depressing thing was that the wind direction wasn’t favoring them. If not, the Floating Boat would have been a much better
“Master, what are you thinking about?”
Gillian’s voice rang in his ears. Rhode opened his eyes and turned towards the source of her voice. The fox-ear young lady was laying before him lazily, displaying a proud smile while scanning at him with narrowed eyes. Unlike Rhode, who was feeling the motion sickness, Gillian didn’t seem to have any problems. Although the chariot rocked from time to time, she continued to sit at ease as if nothing disruptive was happening.
Rhode let out a sneer at her expression. It had been a long time since he met this peculiar Elemental Lord, and he figured that Gillian must be making a joke about himself. However, being Rhode, he refrained from revealing his fatigue and ignored her jeering gaze. He adjusted himself straight on the seat and focused his attention on the book in his hands. This book recorded the strategies targeting the ruins of Castel Plateau.
It was the Abyss Language which she had spoken unconsciously before. As usual, she had no explanations for her actions. In Rhode’s memories, there wasn’t a monster or BOSS named as the ‘Executioner’ in the Castel Ruins. Similarly, there wasn’t any individual or organization with this name in Eagle City. However, after this recent experience from Christie again, Rhode didn’t think that she was speaking without thinking the matter through. But he had to admit that this little girl’s ability to predict was indeed strange because he couldn’t remember there was such a person in the Dragon Soul Continent.
“Although I’m not too sure what Christie was trying to say exactly, it seemed that it wasn’t any good news. Master, we may have a much harder time after we arrive in Eagle City than we expected.”
“No matter what, be careful when we’re there because it isn’t our territory. Gillian, you…”
Bump. “Ahh!”
As Rhode was speaking, the chariot jolted suddenly which forced him to shut his mouth in order to prevent biting his tongue. At this moment, there was a dreary scream. Rhode turned towards Gillian quickly and to his surprise, the fox-ear young lady was still curled up in her seat languidly, as though there was an invisible line tying her tightly to the soft cushion.
“Gillian, were you speaking just now?”
“Eh?”
Gillian widened her eyes in surprise while Rhode noticed her ears slightly twitch.
“Ah, I didn’t, Master. You must have misheard or something.”
Everything went well.
Although Rhode didn’t stop for a break in order to pick up speed, they arrived at their destination, Klett Town, at dusk. According to Rhode’s plan, they would be spending a night there, before heading to the White River Valley.
Upon stepping on the solid ground after a long journey, Rhode took in deep breaths of fresh air in Klett Town, which was filled with a floral and earthy aroma. While he was stretching, suddenly, the chariot driver screamed from the back.
“Wa!”
What happened?
Rhode and Gillian immediately ran to the back and saw the elder chariot driver sitting on the ground with an ashen face, pointing towards the box in the back of the chariot which was used to store traveling clothes and food. But now…
As they turned their gaze towards the box, what reflected in Rhode’s eyes was a fair, delicate thigh dangling out from it…