The journey along the Holy Sword Road was dull and monotonous, yet more peaceful and efficient than anything they had experienced before.
There were no monsters to harass them, no swamps or mountains to block their way.
The carriage carrying Cui Ciyou and his companions.
Could maintain a steady, tremendous speed.
Day after day, it raced toward the far side of the horizon-Milishion, the capital of the Millis Holy Country.
Alice's initial sense of novelty.
Had long since been worn away by the maddening monotony of the journey.
Alice complained to Cui Ciyou more than once.
They could not even find a single goblin along this road.
All her pent-up battle aura, which had already reached Sword Saint rank, was practically "going moldy" with nowhere to put it to use.
Cui Ciyou, on the other hand, enjoyed the leisure.
He even took advantage of this stretch of absolute safety.
To return to his old profession-a private tutor.
With nothing else to do, he systematically taught Alice and Sylphy about the customs and cultures of the Central Continent.
Keith, meanwhile, made full use of his talents as an information broker.
He vividly recounted strange tales he had heard from all corners of the world.
They brought a fair amount of amusement to the otherwise tedious journey.
One day, as night fell once again.
They arrived at a rest stop along the Holy Sword Road far larger than any campsite they had seen before.
There were not only several stone-built fireproof cooking hearths and magical springs.
But even a few simple stone houses built by the Millis Faith Order, where travelers could shelter from the wind and rain.
"Wow, this place is huge!"
The moment Alice jumped down from the carriage, she was like a horse freed from its reins.
She darted