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Deep into the night, a massive carriage departed from the newly-built castle, speeding towards a distant destination.
Even with magic-enhanced speed, it would take three non-stop hours of galloping to reach the destination.
The Dwarf Iron Guards couldn't quite understand the act of delivering money in the middle of the night and inevitably harbored some resentment. Many even believed that the King's Hand, because he had lost a hand, was no longer the brave general who fought valiantly on the battlefield.
After the chaos began in Alchemy City, it seemed that the Dwarf Race was delivering money every day, but no apparent benefits had come from these numerous deliveries.
However, such thoughts could only be entertained in their minds, as they dared not voice them out loud.
Inside the carriage, the Captain of the Imperial Guards, who had used shapeshifting to take on the appearance of Hoffman Ironfist, was also somewhat perplexed.
