The Hard Road?

After leaving Crimmor City, Solam's group traveled at a very fast pace. After all, they had just extorted Crimmor City, so they had no shortage of horses. Moreover, they were all prime specimens, personally selected by Marco from the Puma Tribe.

They had originally planned to use these top-tier warhorses to win over some knights, but now they had all fallen into Solam's hands. Besides the warhorses, Solam had somehow acquired three luxurious carriages. They were enormous, their exteriors resplendent in gold and jade, with carved beams and painted pillars that screamed extravagance.

More importantly, the interiors were even more lavish. The seats were stuffed with goose down, so soft that one felt as if they would sink right into them. Their surfaces were covered in satin made from desert wool carpets, all specialties of the East. The patterns on them were gorgeous and lifelike, and they cost even more than gold.

The carriage compartments were exceptionally spacious, with magic arrays engraved inside. Not only did this make them as sturdy as refined steel, but it also kept the interior at the most comfortable temperature year-round—warm in winter and cool in summer. Magic arrays had also been inscribed into the frames, making the carriages incredibly light and providing outstanding shock absorption. There was not the slightest bump while riding in them, and they could handle all kinds of terrain.

Naturally, such luxurious and fully equipped items had been supplied by Crimmor's nobles. Anyone who could climb to the top in a commercially developed city like Crimmor would never have a problem with wealth.

Those filthy rich bastards ranked among the finest on the continent when it came to indulging themselves. Solam had ridden in one of these carriages just once before demanding that they give him three. Refusal was not