Ammon's Great Adventure (23)

After crossing half the city, the car finally stopped in front of the Isabella Piano Training Class on the outskirts.

The training class seemed to have been open for quite some time. Even its sign looked rather old, but there were quite a few children around. The building itself was clean and tidy, and with its decent European-style decor, it had a certain artistic air.

"Thank you, Uncle." Ammon used an adorable, childish voice as he transferred an amount that made his heart ache to the driver. After all, once he escaped, he would have no allowance to speak of. It was not as if he could not steal, but that would have to wait until after he left the city.

Still, considering that there would probably be a barren stretch ahead where he would not be able to spend money even if he wanted to, Ammon felt much better. The driver, however, did not think that much about it. After confirming that the payment had arrived, he accepted another nearby order and prepared to leave.

At first, he had considered following the child inside to take a look. Otherwise, if the child went missing, he might get dragged into trouble. But seeing so many children here put him at ease. Still, wary of the world as he was, he left his dashcam running as he drove away.

Once the driver had completely disappeared from sight, Ammon finally relaxed. He pinched the eye socket marked by dark-circle-like birthmarks, then darted through the increasingly low buildings and vanished. Of course, he was not here for piano lessons. According to his investigation, there was a road to the wilderness nearby.

According to the map he had found online, about two kilometers north of here was a large river. Once he crossed it,