"Half a day's time, leading a team of more than ten people through six territories of magical beasts in the Forest of Death, covering forty kilometers at a rapid pace, yet the entire process was as relaxing as a picnic, with hardly any battle taking place—even though it's just the periphery of the Forest of Death. To be honest, I've lived for over three hundred years and among the powerful ones I've heard of, Kyle, I'm afraid you're the only one who could achieve such a feat," Dwarf Conaida held up a cowhide wine bag, the alcohol flushing his nose red, but his eyes were still clear, only slightly more excited as he exclaimed loudly, "For this amazing achievement, and for the success of Kyle's plan, let's have a toast."