Evening.
The molten-gold, orange-red setting sun slowly sank toward the horizon, and the drifting, scattered clouds were dyed with twilight, adorning the sky like an oil painting.
The golden wheat fields swayed gently beneath the dim light, shimmering like water as they gave off a faint yet vast rustling sound.
Dust-covered sturdy wooden wheels rolled past with a creak, splashing up flecks of mud and leaving deep rut marks in the soft meadow.
Xia Nan sat outside the carriage, his back against the heavy goods piled behind him.
On both sides of the road, the pastoral beauty of sunset swiftly retreated amid the jolting rise and fall.
Feeling the soft breeze brush his cheeks, he could not help narrowing his eyes in comfort.
At present, it was already the second day since he had left the tavern.
After confirming that the Professional Hai An had contacted would take at least another seventy-some days to pass through River Valley Town, leaving him plenty of time, and also to verify certain guesses in his heart, he had accepted the commission from Barn, the shopkeeper of Rock Hammer, and joined the caravan traveling from River Valley Town to Kalanfu'er as a guard.
To be honest, this round trip of four or five days was, on an objective level, work that Xia Nan needed to complete with care.
—In fact, he had indeed prepared seriously and fulfilled his duties.
But from another perspective, for someone who had crossed over and, in the few dozen days since, had already entered Thin Mist Forest twice in succession, this journey of several days away from a gathering place of Monsters could also be considered a short vacation for himself.
Unlike the vast sea of entertainment options in modern society, while Xia Nan stayed in River Valley Town,