Dai Chengfeng's group of four traveled without stopping for more than half a month.
Along the way, they did run into a few tactless bandits and wild brigands who wanted to rob them of both money and flesh.
But, unfortunately...
Bandit: "I am the Outlaw, Bandit Zhang San!"
Zhu Fan: "I am merely a Soul Douluo, Zhu Fan!"
Bandit: o.O?
"You fucking... shit!!!"
Zhu Fan: "Dip the beans—refreshing!"
The result went without saying.
Until half a month later.
Windmill Town was one ordinary town among the many in Balak Kingdom that bordered the Star Dou Great Forest.
Clip-clop...
A white carriage finally arrived outside the town before sunset.
Two people sat at the front of the carriage.
One was an old man in a gray robe with a gentle face, while the other was a middle-aged man in black fitted clothes, his posture straight and his gaze sharp.
At this moment, the gray-robed old man lifted his eyes and looked into the distance, where the outline of a small town loomed faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Phew..."
He let out a long breath, then turned his head slightly toward the inside of the carriage and said gently, "Chengfeng Your Highness, we've arrived at Windmill Town."
"This town is the last small town on our route before entering the Star Dou Great Forest."
"It's already late today. We'll rest in town for the night and replenish some supplies while we're at it, then continue on our way first thing tomorrow morning."
"Your Highness, what do you think?"
At this moment...
A faint rustle came from inside the carriage, and a handsome blond youth gently lifted the curtain.
He raised his head, looking at Windmill Town ahead, dyed orange-red by the setting sun, and murmured to himself, "Windmill Town,