Capítulo 153: I've lived up to him.

In front of a large cart laden with miscellaneous items, an old horse was struggling to move its hooves. Step by step, it moved forward, following the similarly laboring cart towards the distant east.

This was a caravan, with over a dozen horse-drawn carts in total, surrounded by migrants and ranger mercenaries hired for protection.

The retainers led the horses, numbly walking on the imperial road, flanked by endless farmland and scattered houses.

In the middle of the convoy, between two carts, a young girl in her teens looked curiously at a young man with a sword at his waist, "Young man, where are you from?"

"Me? I'm from the Leite Kingdom," the young man with clear features responded with a smile.

He looked quite different from the other young men in the team because he was taller and more well-proportioned.

The young man's face was always filled with sunshine and confidence, making him more likable than the other young men.