The carriage swayed. Zhen lay on the bench, his wolf lay under the bench. Alice sat on the bench opposite him.
Everyone seemed calm on the journey including Zaltar who was the coachman.
Only Alice herself was dizzy thinking about Zhen and kept looking at the elf warily.
'If what he says is the truth, then he is very old. In historical records, the Utone kingdom was first established about 1500 years ago,' Alice thought as she continued to stare at Zhen.
'And he got the legendary sword from the first Utone king. It's possible that he lied and actually stole the sword, but if he didn't lie...'
'... What exactly is his relation to Utone kingdom?'
"Mister Zhen, I think I found a place to camp for the night," Zaltar said stopping the carriage.
Zhen woke up and got a little dizzy and yawned. He stretched his arms and did a few light stretches.
"Okay, let's rest here," Zhen said, standing up and about to get off the carriage.
