Dolores couldn't quite describe what she was feeling inside.
She just felt like crying.
She felt a little breathless.
She had initially feared that Viola would look down on her, but it turned out she had been too narrow-minded.
The really noble people had no notion of class distinction.
Due to the rain, the car moved slowly.
The 12-kilometer-road would be no more than half an hour in daylight.
But at night with poor vision and the fear of sliding on the mountain roads, it took them nearly an hour to enter the village.
All three cars pulled in at the same time.
As soon as they entered the village, a chorus of barking dogs erupted.
"Woof, woof, woof..."
It was deafening.
Dolores kept her eyes on the road, "Master Driver, please slow down a bit, the roads are poor inside the village."
Olsand Village was nestled at the foot of a mountain.
Due to its minimal usable area and high population density, the roads were not particularly wide.
