"Where?" Sylvester hadn't expected to hear about such a bizarre occurrence that day.
"At the Holy Land's gates. They want to enter and meet you—Elyon tried to communicate with them by instinct, but they seemed angry." Gabriel quickly explained. "Soldiers have been deployed to stop them from entering."
"I hope you didn't hurt them," Sylvester decided to head over and see what was happening.
"Not at all. I provided them water and sugarcane instead—They should be in a better mood now." Gabriel followed behind Sylvester and got into his carriage. However, he saw Sylvester had picked up the bicycle instead. "Won't this be faster?"
"The horse will get tired eventually. I can reach the gates faster on a bicycle," Sylvester replied and kicked the pedals. His speed was unmatched, and the bicycle creaked under his weight. He was already quite heavy due to his bone density, so he had to be careful, even if the material used to make it was special.
