The first snowfall of winter wasn't particularly heavy, but the entire forest had been wrapped in silver, looking exceptionally beautiful under the sunlight. Fang Zheng leaned against the carriage door, watching the scenery outside and yawning as the carriage swayed incessantly.
Although Clark had arranged the finest carriage in Sweetwater Town for Fang Zheng, it was still only a small place. This carriage was said to have been used by Sweetwater Town's mayors for generations. If nothing else, it certainly had a strong sense of history. And judging by the way it lurched from side to side now... well, it was impressive enough that it hadn't fallen apart.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng glanced at the girl sitting beside him. She looked about sixteen or seventeen, with golden curls and fair skin that made her look as adorable as a doll. At the moment, she clasped her hands before her chest and offered a devout morning prayer, praying for those who had died in battle and hoping their souls would rest in peace forever.
After a while, the girl finally let out a long sigh. Then she opened her eyes and gave Fang Zheng an embarrassed look.
"Sorry, Mr. Fang Zheng... did I disturb you?"
"No, Miss Fina."
Hearing her question, Fang Zheng smiled and shook his head. They had introduced themselves yesterday. The girl was Fina Karsti Natley, an Acolyte Priestess traveling from place to place. This so-called pilgrimage was basically what Fang Zheng had thought of as going out into the countryside, though priestesses received much better treatment than Acolyte Knights. After all, priestesses were not combat-oriented. An Acolyte Priestess like Fina did not need to run around with Stone, picking fights with Cultists or the undead like Fang Zheng did. Instead, whenever they arrived somewhere, they would