Chapter 128: Traitor?
Several consecutive days of trekking through the wilderness had tortured Golden port's survivors to the point of utter exhaustion.
The wagon convoy trudged along the dust-choked dirt road, every step carrying a heavy numbness.
The nobles had long since lost their initial dignity. Their splendid robes were smeared with mud, their elaborate hairstyles in complete disarray, yet a glimmer of hope had begun to kindle in their eyes.
Because, at the far end of the horizon, the outline of a human city stood clearly in sight!
It was a medium-sized kingdom city named Orsay.
Though it was not coastal like Golden port, its location connecting several major trade routes made it equally bustling with life.
Tall city walls gleamed gray-white beneath the sunlight. The gates stood wide open, and beyond them, buildings and passing pedestrians could vaguely be seen.
All of it proclaimed one fact: this place was safe!
"Look! It's Orsay City!" Baron Fabio was so excited that he nearly leaped out of the carriage, uncontrollable ecstasy written across his fat face.
His voice trembled, as though he had beheld salvation.
"At last—at last, we've reached somewhere safe!" Count Reinhardt also let out a long breath, the taut strings in his heart finally relaxing somewhat after so many days.
After days of hardship on the road, the mere existence of this city was an enormous temptation.
The private soldiers and guards also perked up, smiles of surviving a calamity appearing on their weary faces.
The taverns and inns within the city, along with clean beds and steaming hot food, all beckoned irresistibly to them.
Benjamin stood at the very front of the convoy. He stopped walking and calmly scrutinized the city ahead.
"Can we enter the city to rest and replenish necessary supplies?" Count Reinhardt carefully