It had been three days, and the morning sun no longer brought Caroline the slightest bit of warmth.
Her patience had run out.
'It was true that Velin had shown her some "new things"—that potato field, the so-called sea salt potatoes, his talent for accelerated growth... It was all very strange.'
'But that didn't change the fact that it was just a potato field.'
'For a wound that had the Golden Sail Commerce Association hemorrhaging money every day, this was nothing more than a flimsy bandage.'
She was about to end this farce and return to Stone Bridge City when the sound of frantic hoofbeats approached from a distance.
A messenger galloped up, his mount foaming at the mouth before collapsing in exhaustion at the gates of the Lord's Mansion.
The messenger scrambled inside the residence where Caroline and her retinue were staying, his face pale and his eyes filled with fatigue.
"Vice President!"