บท 112: Lucky Driver

The hooves were hitting the ground as the horses dragged the elusive white carriage. The trees parted as they went to a straight line and the blinding light shone above them as they exit the forest.

Lyon couldn't help but covered his eyes to readjust his vision. "Wow."

The sun was nestling itself behind the vibrant clouds as birds flew by in pairs, flapping their wings to the edge of the horizon. The smell of agriculture from both sides of the road was a refreshing medicine from the bustle everyday work. A stream of the river flowed through the middle as a bridge made of paving was there to cross it. The shine from above made the water glitters as if they were made of birthstones.