Thud!
Caught completely off guard, the two dwarves' big noses made intimate contact with the carriage wall.
But neither had time to curse. They simply clung to each other, trembling.
Vivian's face had gone a little pale as well. She had nearly been flung out just now, but her lord had reacted swiftly and pulled her straight into his arms, sparing her the same fate as the two dwarves.
Creak! Creak!
At this moment, Nalant was probably the only one who could sit peacefully inside the carriage, because he had absolute faith in White Dragon.
As Nalant enjoyed the obvious benefits brought by the springs, he also heard faint abnormal noises coming from the carriage.
It seemed this speed was already the carriage's limit. If it went any faster, the carriage's lifespan would be drastically reduced.
Though he felt a slight lingering dissatisfaction, racing along a dirt road at one hundred and twenty kilometers per hour was something even many advanced products of the twenty-first century likely could not achieve.
"Ah, my lord, there's a convoy ahead!" Just as Nalant was feeling a little regretful, Vivian in his arms suddenly spotted the situation ahead.
Nalant looked and saw that there really was a merchant caravan ahead. Fortunately, the road was rather wide, so it was not an issue.
"Steer us around them, Vivian!" Nalant soothed Vivian while sending White Dragon an order through their mental connection to watch out and avoid them.
"Mari, I told you long ago not to take such a flashy but impractical carriage to Furnace Fortress. Look, we've been delayed by a whole week. In the past, when we came on warhorses, it took no more than twenty-odd days to arrive!"
"Father, it isn't my fault. It's only because you brought too much cargo this time.