Sunlight bathed the Golden Plains. In the distance, a river lay like a silver thread, reflecting the blazing radiance of the heavens.
The area where Ian was located lay in a small basin in the southern Golden Plains. Such basins had abundant water, and groves of tall trees could occasionally be seen along the roadsides and riverbanks, lending the scenery a uniquely graceful beauty.
Watching Sheo and Lubek approach, Ian honestly found it rather strange.
He rarely felt surprised. After all, he was a prophet. If he was truly startled, it was usually shock or fright; unexpected good news was always rare.
Patting the camel beast on the head and having it gently turn around, Ian asked, "What brings you two all the way after me? Is there something else you need to do?"
"Yes and no!"
Sheo was unexpectedly skilled at riding, though Ian seriously suspected that he could talk to horses. The horses of the Terra Continent were essentially a kind of drake, and this fellow probably had a bloodline advantage over them.
The cheerful dragon-blooded Mountain Folk said, "We have business on the Western Plains. We weren't originally headed the same way as you, but Anfa asked me to pass along a message."
After a pause, Sheo frowned slightly and adopted a solemn expression, as though mimicking Anfa's expression at the time. "He said, 'I understand. Thank you very much for informing me. I will attempt to catch up with you in three days. If I have not missed you, leave the Purple Maple Knight to me.'"
"That was roughly what he meant. He said it all in such flowery language, and there was a long string of thanks afterward. I couldn't be bothered repeating it all. Anyway, he means thank you."
Ian nodded slightly. He had