At the break of dawn.
The rising sun shone gently through the dense clouds, with waves of mist rolling over forests and expansive wilderness.
A sizeable caravan was advancing on a forest trail, treading on the morning dew.
At the front of the group, a flag embroidered with tulips fluttered in the wind.
After traversing a rugged path, the axles creaked in the bumpy ride. Suddenly, the curtain of a carriage was lifted, revealing a round, chubby face.
"Master Oliver, do you have any instructions?"
A mercenary standing beside the carriage asked with a smile.
Oliver carefully studied the winding trail ahead, frowning as he asked, "Why did you choose this route?"
"My lord, although this route is slightly rougher, it's much shorter. We estimate that we will reach Swan City in three days."
Oliver still looked dissatisfied and asked, "Where is your captain?"
