It was a bright, sunny day with a cloudless sky.
The Spinning Wheel Commerce caravan traveled along a dusty road.
"Mr. White, about how much longer until we reach the Royal Capital?"
Riding one of the caravan's brown horses, Wang Xi pulled up alongside the middle-aged steward leading the group, who wore a hat and scarf. He turned his head to ask.
"Hmm, we should be reaching Ramirez soon. We'll rest there for the night and see if we can recruit a few more hands... As for the Royal Capital, it's probably another six or seven days away."
White smiled at him.
Wang Xi thanked him and fell into thought.
According to the "Retirement Preview" he saw the last time he returned, the caravan would be ambushed in the outskirts near the Royal Capital.
If events followed their original course, the caravan would suffer heavy casualties, he himself would be severely wounded and disabled, and Goddalir would be on the brink of death.
