Who cares whether it's right or wrong?
I only wanted to watch the show. I had no interest in learning how you History School manipulated history.
Cheng Shi curled his lip, put away the Dice, and continued forward.
Seeing that the gossip had failed to move Cheng Shi, Sun Miao hurried after him, typing as she walked: "Fine, I admit I'm very interested in what's gone wrong with Order. So what kind of information would be enough to make you, Fate Weaver, finally open up and clear up my doubts?"
Cheng Shi ignored her question and asked in return:
"Are you sure this is the direction we're supposed to be going?
The caravan is headed somewhere else."
Sun Miao paused. After looking around, she nodded firmly.
"I'm fairly confident about the geography of the Isle of Hope. That Folly believer was right. This caravan is clearly heading for the front line at the Borogao Highlands. They're taking this route to get around the impassable hilly region in the southernmost part of Misty Forest County, but we obviously don't need to.
Cutting straight across will save us a lot of time.
The trial lasts fifteen days, but you don't want half of those fifteen days wasted on the road, do you?
At the caravan's speed and along its original route, it might still take another four or five days to reach the front line. But if we head in this direction at full speed, we'll probably reach the border of Twin Lakes County in only two days.
This is the shortest route. You can trust my judgment.
Once we get there, the clues you're looking for will most likely become clear."
Cheng Shi gave two mocking laughs. "You know me that well? Do you know what I'm looking for?"
"Of course