TThe midday sun was blazing hot.
The temperature of the Nahrin Desert suddenly rose to a terrifying degree, like an oven.
Walking in such a scorching hot sun would cause one to fall into heat stroke and dehydration in just a dozen minutes. If one did not want to die, it was best to find a tent on the back of a dune to hide from the high noon temperature.
Kant didn't leave yet. He enjoyed the comfortable lunch he deserved in the posthouse.
He had just received a large sum of money from the golden eagles in the morning.
When he returned to the "Drondheim" Castle, he could exchange it for 268,000 denars at any time.
After paying off the loan of King Yarogelk, he still had more than half of it as surplus.
