My Name Is Harry Potter

"How much farther do we have to go before we get out of this desert?" In the desert, Nalant had no idea what was happening outside Oak City. He was asking a guide about their itinerary.

They had already traveled through this desert for a full four days. Although they had plenty of water, the scorching heat overhead and the yellow sand filling the sky left everyone feeling endlessly exhausted.

The only saving grace was that they had a large number of carriages, so even the serf laborers could spend most of their time riding in them.

"Reporting to Lord Nalant, at our current pace, we will leave the desert in at most two more days. Then we will reach Marquis Lisen's directly governed territory!" The guide kept his head lowered and answered Nalant cautiously.

Naturally, this guide was not one of Nalant's men, but had been selected from among the Northern Principality's prisoners.

Of course, they were not actually from the Northern Principality either. They had been assigned by the smaller principalities to help the Northern Principality cross this desert wasteland.

Nalant had brought a total of four prisoners this time. Two were desert guides, while the other two were captured guards familiar with the terrain of the Lisen Marquis Territory.

"Two days, huh? Fine!" Though he wanted to leave the desert sooner, he knew there was no rushing it.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

At the edge of the Lisen Marquis Territory, there were few people because it bordered the desert.

There were no garrisoned troops nearby either, because there was no defensible terrain in the surrounding area. The nearest Northern Principality settlement was the Omi Barony, twenty li away.

"Move out. Reach the Omi Barony before noon." Standing at the desert's edge,