At dusk, Lu Yan pointed at the inn ahead and said to Andrew, "Traveler, let's stay here for the night. The Quicksand River is up ahead, so we need to make more preparations."
The so-called Quicksand River was actually a desert. Andrew nodded and said, "Go ask later if they have guides and camels."
"They should have guides. As for camels, it seems they don't have any here."
Lu Yan nodded and led Andrew and Golden Swallow into the inn. Andrew was generous and directly rented out the entire second floor.
As Lu Yan called for the owner to bring wine, he curiously asked, "Traveler, just how much silver do you have? Why does it feel like you can never spend it all?"
Golden Swallow turned to look at Andrew. She was equally curious about this. How should she put it? This Traveler was completely different from what she had imagined.
In her mind, traveling with the Traveler should have meant hardship and danger, sleeping rough and barely surviving, either fleeing or on the way to flee.
But in reality, throughout their journey, they had stayed in the most expensive inns, eaten the most expensive food, and drunk the most expensive wine. It was practically like a sightseeing trip. As for the soldiers pursuing them, every time they arrived, they were forced to kill themselves.
How would later generations record this experience of ours? It's practically like some young master's spring outing.
Golden Swallow grumbled inwardly. Of course, Andrew having money was not a bad thing. Over the past few days, she had upgraded all her equipment—uh, and changed into a new set of clothes.
"How much money do I have? Of course, enough that I'll never run out."
Andrew smiled. "My setting is that, no matter which world I'm