-Crang, Crang, Crang, Crang.
Listening to the constant sliding, grinding and rolling of the wooden tires against the roughened but yet grounds, Adam hastily massaged his elbows with a deep look in his hazy eyes.
It's been over 3 years now that he has been hearing of this grand place called Baymard.
As a simple villager, he never knew his life would change so much in such a short time. It happened like magic.
Adam came from the little village of Sheylia. Well, although he called it little, it has since grown 3 times in size since the emergence of Baymard was made known to them.
The village that was engulfed in poverty and death, now bloomed and blossomed since the emergence of Baymard and their new Monarch, his majesty William Barn.
Oh yes~...
Now, Lords were given particular tax ranches that they couldn't exceed, or else it would be them who pays the ultimate price.
