"That's quite fast. If we didn't go to the Dwarf City, we've only walked for four to five days, right?"
"Yes, it's a pity that we didn't find the gold mine Andre mentioned."
Fang Ping looked ahead. Under the night sky, white fog filled the distance.
"It's so foggy up ahead."
The Vatican was not like Fang Ping's team, who slept after laying out a sleeping bag. They leveled the land, dug ditches, and cleared weeds.
The carriage was not filled with war machines, but tents.
One of the carriages opened and was wrapped in a curtain. It was a simple bathhouse.
They were really particular, still thought about how to take a shower when traveling out.
