Bab 112: Journey To The North (1)

"Hm... Because of the city of Arkansas, I couldn't stop expecting the sound of bells to know the time..." Lyan let out a sigh as he put down the mug filled with hot milk on the table.

He's not inside a pub, nor an inn. He's not even inside a building.

Lyan is currently sitting on a chair with a table prepared before him in the middle of the wilderness, not so far from the main highway going all the way to the north. With his wagon and horse parked nearby, he's enjoying the night as he takes the spot where he could gaze at the sky while savoring the taste of the hot milk. Because of that, he could no longer hear the bells that show the time in Arkansas.

"18 hours of travel, I could already feel the difference in temperature here..." Lyan rubs his hands when a cold wind passed him.