After spending nearly two weeks traveling, Paskha and the others finally arrived at the foot of Mount Deerhill. It was a three-day journey by carriage to enter the Mediterranean empire, which meant they had to pass through three layers of defensive arrays to enter there.
No wonder Sir Clove chose to travel by horse-drawn carriage instead of teleporting directly to this place. No matter how powerful Sir Clove was, his presence breaking through the array would be detected, considering that the maker of this array was a Divine Master.
"We have arrived. You two come with me, and don't get lost."
Initially, Paskha did not understand what was meant by 'lost.' After all, the number who would take the 'adequacy' exam definitely would be smaller than the number of people who had come to see the festival. Unexpectedly, as soon as they disembarked and entered the city gate, the scene presented was a sea of people!!
