I woke up naturally, and intuitively, it was already dawn.

Oreo opened his eyes and glanced out the window in confusion, it was pitch black, and somehow his bed seemed to be shaking.

He moistened his throat and shouted.

"Caron!"

The voice of a valet came from outside the door.

"Young Master, what do you command?"

"Why is it dark outside?"

"We're in the canyon, and through the canyon is the city of Mogul."

"Oh."

Oreo answered, and lay back down.

It turned out that he was already in the carriage, and it seems that a lot of things happened while he was asleep.

After a moment's rest, he lifted the curtain and sat down beside Cuarón, yawning as he asked.

"Something happened, yesterday."

Caron said as he directed his horses into the fork in the road on the left.

"When the gale ended, a group of men attacked Haven and I drove them away."

“......”

Seeing Cuarón describe it so calmly, Oreo suddenly felt bad.

He turned his head and looked Caron up and down, but didn't notice anything unusual.

Focusing on Cuarón's brown pants and hesitating for a moment, Oreo asked.

"Cuarón, were you wearing these pants yesterday?"

Seeing Oreo's doubts, Cuarón replied crisply.

"This is a pair of white pants."

“......”

It's not hard to imagine how fierce the battle was last night, and Oreo swallowed his spit before making a comment.

"It seems that life in the Okasim Empire is getting worse and worse."

With that, he shifted his ass away from Caron.

Cuarón didn't say anything, still staring earnestly ahead, as if what happened last night had nothing to do with him.

After digesting the news, Oreo leaned against the doorframe and looked up at the top of his head.

The top of the head is a stone ridge with different teeth between dogs, and there is no daylight, and this environment makes people feel inexplicably depressing.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to see the light at the exit of the canyon, which was a real delight.

The carriage soon drove out of the canyon, and the exit was an endless desert.

Caron let go of the reins and squinted his eyes at the distant landscape.

At the end of this pale desert, a touch of greenery looms.

Putting the goggles back on, Cuarón whispered.

"Young Master, I'm sorry we didn't prepare breakfast, but we'll be in Mogul City soon."

"Hmm."

Oreo nodded, and pulled out the bucket that had been placed behind the curtain.

Staring at the bucket for a moment, Oreo said with a frown.

"Cuarón, did you feed the horses in the morning?"

Cuarón looked at the bucket, which contained quite a bit of water.

"Hey, what."

"Nothing."

Oreo held up the bucket and carefully studied the scales.

Both horses are military horses and are fed twice a day with food and water three times.

Caron had fed the horses last night, and he remembered the scale of the bucket, and even if Caron fed the horses again in the morning, he would never use up so much water.

But it's also possible that I'm mistaken.

He shook his head and drank the rest of the water.

Following the repaired road, the carriage soon reached the outskirts of Mogul.

It is a city of business and tourism centered on an oasis that is constantly spreading outward, and there are many tourists coming and going.

But let's be honest, this place makes Oreo feel more at home than in Turin.

The carriage drove in from the west gate, and after not coming for a few years, Mogul City has simply undergone a sea change.

The roads are lined with neat short-spike willows and naked fruit trees, which are no more beautiful ornamental than those of the ornamental plants, but they are rare to see in the desert city.

After looking around for a moment, Oreo stretched and turned to get into the carriage.

After a while, the carriage slowed down.

Caron cleared his throat and lowered the reins, speaking in broken West Sanaland.

"Young Master, we're here."

The innkeeper took the reins, and then asked uncertainly.

"You're East Ikra?"

Caron gestured to the carriage and changed to fluent Eastern Ikla.

"Yes, we are in the textile business in the Okassim Empire."

"Oh."

Xiao Er showed a surprised expression as he untied the two horses from the reins.

"Let's go in first, there are two more rooms to spare."

Oreo stepped out of the carriage and made a sound from deep within his nose.

"Hmm."

Cuarón opened the wooden door for Oreo first, and even though it was a wooden door, the doorknob was still horribly hot.

Before he could enter the hall, Oreo felt two eyes sweep over him.

This was to be expected, as Caron wouldn't pick a random hotel to stay in.

Switching to fluent East Ikla, Oreo knocked on the counter.

"One room, if there are two, it would be better."

Summer is the peak season for business travel, and there are few vacant rooms in Mogul City, and merchants who come and go know the market here.

The waiter behind the counter poked his head out and glanced behind Oreo absently before speaking.

"There is only one room at the moment, but there are guests who have to check out in the morning, so you have to wait a while...... However, I am not sure if the guest will continue to stay. ”

"No problem."

Oreo pulled out a gold coin and slapped it on the counter.

"Let's have two breakfasts first, I'm hungry."

"Holo."

Oreo sat down with his back to the group, feigning annoyance.

"Caron! What are you doing? ”

"Young master, I'm fetching water."

The valet walked out of the back kitchen with a bucket of water, and sat down beside Oreo.

Oreo frowned and reprimanded.

"What are you doing with so much water? Do you treat me as a camel! ”

Cuarón lowered his head, looking embarrassed that he wanted to refute but didn't dare.

The hotel shopkeeper poked his head out again and waved his hand again and again.

"It's out of the way, it's raining hard last month, and now the lake is very watery."

"Oh..."

Oreo looked like this, and found another way to reprimand Cuarón, as if to vent his frustration with the bad journey.

Young aristocrats who are fledgling are all virtuous.

After a few more moments, Oreo looked around the hall for a moment, then slapped the table.

"Boss, what about the food, why haven't you come yet?"

"It's coming, it's coming."

A middle-aged woman walked out briskly and placed the tray on the table.

Oreo rudely picked up a loaf of bread and chewed it in his mouth.

Seeing him gobbling up, the manservant was about to say something, but before he could speak, he saw Oreo coughing.

He choked.

Seeing this, Cuarón hurriedly picked up the bucket from his feet and handed it to Oreo.

Seeing the ridiculous aristocracy drinking water like a camel, several people in the hall laughed.