Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 299: Ghost Market
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 221: Mutation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1128- No discussion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1127- Gene Warrior Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 594: Uncle and Nephew (6)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 20: The Showdown Between Armies!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
A month later, by the eastern border of the Saint Mesit Theocracy, a disciplined army steadily marched forth on a road covered in a thin layer of snow. They were protecting a carriage, where a black-haired man was making full use of his time flipping through his books. Opposite of him, a red-haired man was catching some shuteye.
Nobles of the Saint Mesit Theocracy would have found the notion of two men sharing a single carriage perplexing, but Roel had already gotten used to it over the past month. There were even times when he spent the night in the carriage.
The interior of the carriage was spacious, but it wasn’t as comfortable as the ones from the Ascart House, let alone the Sorofyas’ Diamond Rivière. On top of that, there were several people who were constantly entering and alighting from the carriage, causing the vehicle to shake as if someone was carrying out a mass yoga session.
It couldn’t be helped since this carriage was being used as their command center.
Roel and Hanks had come to an understanding beforehand that there should only be a single command chain, so they specially prepared this carriage to serve as a command center. Little did they know that it would turn out much busier than they had expected.
Simply put, this was not a peaceful journey at all.
A month ago, when their group first set off, Roel and Hanks chose to prioritize speed above all things else due to the urgency of the mission. It was smooth-sailing at the start, but unexpected problems started cropping up one after another.
It started off with a common issue Carter had once told him about—getting lost.
It had been five years since Carter took on the role as the chief logistics officer. His main job was to pave roads so as to facilitate travel, and he did accomplish what was asked of him. It was just that the roads he had paved were shabby dirt roads and not tiled pavements.
Why not construct something much more durable and effective like tiled pavements?
The answer was simple: Too much work, too expensive, and no time.
There was nothing
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