The massive influx of Gray Dwarves into Boles City had left the road from Boles City to Presit City, where the carriages were headed, unbearably congested.
The Gray Dwarves had to stand on both sides of the road for the gigantic carriage to inch forward...
As a result, the carriage had spent half a day traveling only thirty kilometers. Sitting inside the carriage, Roy could still look back and see the hazy outline of Presit City.
Feeling that they would never reach Presit at this snail's pace, Roy had Lieutenant Luke ride back to Boles City and ask Captain Rodehart to send the Black Pearl over. Even if they had to use the Propulsion Device to make the Black Pearl fly at low altitude, it would still be far faster than traveling by carriage.
It would only burn a few extra Magic Crystal Stones. The Mine Guard Army had intercepted so many Imperial Merchants in the Mensa Strait this time that the treasury was piled high with Magic Crystal Stones. Indulging a little now and then was hardly a problem.
Riding a ram borrowed from the Gray Dwarf warriors, Luke raced toward Boles City.
Meanwhile, the massive carriage broke down again on the slick, muddy downhill road. Gray Dwarves heading for Boles City filled the hillside, which was covered in withered yellow moss.
Roy stepped out of the carriage. Black mud and icy water had mixed together on the road, coating the massive carriage's hubs and axles in muck. The Gray Dwarf coachman, wrapped in a tattered old fur coat, was lying beneath the carriage bed and scraping away the mud.
"The second axle was snapped when it struck a protruding rock in the road. The massive carriage will need a new axle before it can continue."
The Gray Dwarf