Departing (Part 2)

Setting out from near the coastline for Kaan City required passing through countless villages and towns, a journey of more than five hundred kilometers.

Under normal circumstances, a journey of over five hundred kilometers would only mean traveling by carriage for a few days.

But now, demons ran rampant, and there were few peaceful places left in the entire kingdom, much less this region that had only recently been captured by the demon army.

It was the golden autumn of October, and the weather had gradually turned cooler. Along the way, the grass and trees on both sides still retained some green, yet an air of decay had already begun to show.

Bordering Mengpiya's Baron Fief was a vast, boundless grassland. Though it was early autumn, the wind across the plains still carried some warmth. When it occasionally blew by, its coolness was mixed with a trace of summer's dry heat.

Those who had left the territory occupied by the demon army all let out long breaths. Looking again at the nearby grassland, the feeling of being reborn was especially clear.

Though the road ahead might not be entirely safe either, walking across the vast grasslands and watching the grass sway in the wind was still far more pleasant than looking at ruins.

A convoy of carriages slowly approached from afar. The flags fluttering in the wind bore a conspicuous noble insignia, showing that the carriages all belonged to a Baron.

A middle-aged servant sat upright atop the leading carriage. Holding a whip, he cracked it through the air. Crack! The sound was crisp and powerful; from that one motion alone, it was clear that he was an old hand with many years of experience.

Facing the grassland breeze, the convoy continued onward. Their purpose was obvious: to leave this