"Is this what a carriage is like... It feels a bit slow, not as fast as I can run."

The carriage Ogre was in originally belonged to Kakafil.

Logically, such a private carriage should be more luxurious, but the interior of Kakafil's carriage wasn't much different from others.

Ogre thought maybe Kakafil wasn't doing well...

That's why he moved from the inland to the borderlands.

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"I wonder if Foucault and the others have left the city yet..."

...

"We've arrived, Miss Geling."

Macal lifted the curtain of the carriage and reported the journey to Ogre.

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Then, as Ogre was about to get off, he extended a helping hand.

The journey wasn't as bad as expected.

Perhaps because they had encountered enough troubles before, this journey was unusually smooth, without encountering any marauders.

"At least the goal was achieved..." Macal comforted himself inwardly.

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