"I must return to Nasir..."
In the dim and swaying carriage, a young man lay quietly, his left arm and right leg gone, skin largely missing, his crooked figure outlined in despair by the occasional weak light that penetrated through the window.
His body appeared to be eroded by endless agony, every muscle tensed, and even lying down did not relieve the heavy discomfort. His clothes were ragged, sweat mixed with dirt on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto the dry carriage floor.
Suddenly, a merchant outside the carriage spoke up with a Southern Cyart accent:
"Hey! You haven't a single coin on you, I believed in you when I brought you all the way here, I hope you haven't lied to me, that you truly are a friend of the Fischer family! Otherwise, I will surely settle this with you!"
Felix's face was haggard, his eye sockets sunken, but his eyes revealed an indescribable weariness and resilience.
"Rest assured, I am."
