Click-clack—
"Whoa~!"
As the carriage neared the city gate, Moss tugged on the reins and slowed it down.
"What are you carrying? Get down, now!"
A soldier holding a spear immediately approached and stood in front of the carriage, shouting loudly.
Moss slightly raised her gaze and sized up the soldier blocking the carriage.
The man before her was in his forties. His scarred face was covered in bulging flesh, making him look fierce and unreasonable.
Beneath her hood, the corners of Moss's mouth curved slightly upward. In a hoarse voice, she said calmly:
"Sir, we're just traveling merchants doing a little business. Naturally, the carriage is carrying our goods."
As she spoke, Moss had already climbed down from the carriage and approached the scar-faced soldier.
"Just a little something..."
With a light chuckle, Moss pressed a pouch into the scar-faced soldier's hand.
The scar-faced soldier weighed the money pouch in his hand. A smile immediately spread across his fierce face as he said gruffly:
"Hmph! Doing a little business?"
As he spoke, he went around to the back of the carriage and crudely lifted the burlap covering the wooden crates with his spear.
Several plump, bright-red apples immediately rolled out of the crate and hit the ground.
The scar-faced soldier acted as though he hadn't seen them. He stepped on the fallen apples and moved forward, sweeping his gaze through the carriage.
First, he looked at Umeilu, who was crouched in the corner, then used his spear to poke through the goods in the crates.
"Hmph!"
Apparently, he hadn't found anything valuable. The scar-faced soldier snorted contemptuously and waved at Moss, shouting:
"Damn it, get moving! Get moving! You're wasting my time!"
"Behave yourself once you're inside. If you dare cause trouble, you'll regret it!"
After saying that, the