The carriage drove them deep into the city, following the path that Master Edward, disguised as an old driver, took. However, they couldn't know which routes he took, so they had to ask around.
"A royal carriage?" the florist pondered as a blush covered her cheeks. The young man the reason behind that, as his charm seemed to bewitch the woman. "I think it went that way, and it smashed one of my pots."
"Ah, I'm sorry for that," the young man sounded apologetic. "How about I make it up to you?" he tried to take out some money, but the florist was red-faced as she refused him.
Their carriage followed the route she pointed at, and Nikolai spent the time looking at the young man as he racked his brain. However, he couldn't match the face and features with anyone.
'Should I ask for his name?' Nikolai wondered, but he didn't want to mess the timeline any further. Master Edward was already out there, driving the divergence to 26%.
