"Hiss hiss!"
The two steeds pulling the carriage panted heavily in the cold Northern Realm, rushing forward along the frost-covered suburban road while dragging the hefty carriage behind them. The Healing Corruption Church became smaller and smaller in Fisher's eyes, while the outline of Luxiang Castle City, with its wafts of cooking smoke, grew increasingly clear.
Fisher's clothing was thin but he didn't feel very cold. After a night of recuperation, the injuries he had sustained from the storm had healed significantly, and he no longer felt the stabbing pain in his body.
"Sizzle... Mr. Fisher, our ship is docked just outside the port of Luxiang Castle City. We estimate that if we set sail now, we will arrive at Nebalon Kingdom by tomorrow, so our dinner will have to be aboard the ship."
"Are we in such a hurry?"
