I almost never stop to rest until I can hardly see the road anymore.

"This is it! We often stop here. The food here is good, and there are a lot of caravans stopping by here on weekdays. It's places like this that are easiest to get the latest news from the city."

Sean looked at the roadside inn in front of him and could tell that the old driver was trying to teach him some experience of living outside.

Caravans travel between various cities, and if they all gather together, they can indeed exchange local information...

Watching the old driver walk in with ease, the air around him instantly became warmer.

The tavern was almost completely packed with people, both men and women.

Sean looked around and noticed the Adak person who was pulling the ox cart. Her tall figure was so conspicuous in the crowd that he could spot her at a glance.

"Isn't this old Griffin? Why haven't I seen you recently... I thought you ran away to the north."

At this moment, a man in his forties approached the old driver enthusiastically after seeing him...

"How could that be? I recently joined the Telemian caravan and am responsible for delivering goods to the small town!" The two seemed to be acquaintances and talked to each other enthusiastically.

"Thelemian? That small town in the mountains? It's always been quite closed, and the roads are difficult to travel on." the other party said.

"There's nothing I can do about it. I'm an old man and can't compete with young people for business. I can only take routes with fewer people to make a living!" The old driver replied with a smile.

"Well, it's not your fault... If you ask me, it's because the lord over there is inactive and always closes off his territory. Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this now."

Well……