The spacious carriage was constructed from sturdy yet beautiful red pearwood, its front curtain adorned with shimmering ornaments.
At the front of the carriage, driving the horses, was a tall, handsome, golden-haired young man. He was dressed in standard noble attire with a rapier at his waist, his soft golden hair falling to his shoulders and dancing in the wind.
Pinned to his chest was a light gray crest engraved with a rose. Beneath the rose, an elegant script spelled out the name—Lawrence.
Flanking the carriage were numerous neatly dressed guards, all well-trained. Their spirited demeanor was a world apart from the guards one typically saw in Roland Town.
In a small place like Roland Town, such an opulent carriage was an extremely rare sight.
Even the most clueless guards at the town gate wouldn't have the audacity to stop a carriage like this.
Nevertheless, the handsome young man pulled on the reins and brought the carriage to a stop.
