“Is it her?” Dudian recalled the smell floating from the carriage. A moment later, he departed along the direction the smell was coming off.
After an hour.
Dudian followed the smell left by the shadow from the carriage. He had come to a nearby town where the streets were more dirty and rats were roaming free in the dark alleys. There were few pedestrians checking out the shops.
Dudan traced the smell and came to the front of a huge manor. He saw the previous carriage parked in a corner streets by the manor. Moreover, there were seven or eight carriages that were parked by. He checked the exterior design of the carriage. Most of them were not made by professional companies but were privately build carriages. The fabrics used to cover them and the sizes of carriages varied.
