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While he was delayed by the village chief, Mapan, Pale and Geomchi were waiting.
Weed said.
"I’m done now. Let us depart from town!"
"Finally, let’s go."
Surka said, smiling brightly as she took lead.
Mapan got the wagon. Whenever the wagon moved it left deep ruts in the ground. This was because the wagon was filled with different types of fabric and leather, jewelry, mountains of food, combat supplies, and other products.
If you pack too much it wouldn’t move, but he had calculated and carefully placed the items so that the maximum quantity could be taken.
“I’m going to see.”
“Let’s follow them.”
“I don’t wanna miss where they’re going!”
Onlookers followed along closely.
Once they found out Weed was the Count of Morata they became even more anxious.
It looked as if they would follow them to hell if they must!
Weed was moving in the direction of the west canyon.
“The area over there is unexplored?”
“I don’t know. There are a lot of hunting grounds and dungeons that have not been explored yet.”
The spectators were puzzled but they still followed. They had witnessed the large amount of supplies that brought along.
Weed’s party headed into the foggy woods of the west canyon.
Thickly grown trees blocked out the sky.
It was hard to see through the dense water vapor in the fog so visibility was bad.
Jjireureutring!
Swarms of insects buzzed ominously.
Monsters did not pop up from the fog in the forest. But the daylight was getting dimmer and sounds were getting closer.
“It’s okay.”.