The road to Nikko City is not so much called a road as it is a two-way rut through the weeds, which is crushed by the passing wagons of freight wagons, most of which are responsible for escorting prisoners or sending supplies to the border station. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On this trip, Morris personally led the team. Before leaving, he handed over the entire frontier garrison to his nephew Sauron, a white-robed wizard who could only oil armor and swords, cook pots, and create the living dead with horrific sorcery, and he took most of the undead with him.

Alan sat in the saddle and watched the herd of the living dead in front of him, the tall stallion under his crotch bouncing back and forth in the potholes, distraught him. There was no one to point out where they were going, and the road winded like a snake, sometimes intertwined with deserted paths, sometimes almost completely disappeared, and when he wondered if Maurice was on the wrong path, the ruts appeared a mile or two ahead.

Equally upset is Sercy, who still can't forget that in addition to the lord, Winnie's whereabouts are unknown, and now the lord has news, the white-robed imp has sent a letter to the lord, but Winnie's whereabouts are still unknown. In addition, the road to Sunshine City is really bumpy, the terrain is rugged and winding, hills and terraces are undulating, meadows, woods, streams, valleys, although the scenery is beautiful, the path is very narrow, left and right, so that the speed of their progress is almost the same as climbing, he does not know when he will reach Sunshine City.

In addition to this, it was mainly the horse-drawn carriages that slowed them down, which carried a lot of weight and the axles creaked. At least a dozen times a day, they had to stop at least a dozen times for the broken carts that were at the back of the line, pull out the wheels that were stuck in the ruts, or temporarily increase the number of animals pulling the carts, so that the immortal could come down and walk to help the wagons laden with food climb the muddy slopes. Another time, in a dense hilltop bush, they were confronted by a three-man ox cart, which was full of dead fish, and the smell was so fishy that there was no way out for either side, even though Maurice had drawn his sword and threatened that the lord was waiting for them, and if they did not give way, they would cut off the three of them, but the end result was that everyone drove their horses to give way, because the ox cart could not turn around, and for this reason, several immortals and horses fell down the cliff without even hearing a sound.

Eren was anxious about the trip, and he wondered why the Lord of Daylight suddenly asked to meet them. At night, he always pulled Sercy and Steven away and hid away, and Morris didn't mind that, because no one could escape from the hands of the immortals, and they didn't have to sleep at all, so they naturally took up the duty duty. Of course, Alan didn't trust them, so he would wake up at the slightest disturbance, and several times, he drew his black steel sword, but when he got up, all he saw was a few rocks falling from the top of the mountain, or a fish fluttering in the water, or a few fallen leaves, and every time it was a false alarm.

"We're not far from Sunlight City. When Morris got up one morning, he said, "Continue northwest along this road, and there will be only one mountain in your way." But I suggest we go around and walk along the west, which will take three more days, but it's better than running into those damned ox carts again, and if any more immortals fall off the cliffs, we'll have to take the time to find the bodies, because there's no one to say if they're going to actually fall to their deaths, and this is already at the foot of the capital, and without my command, there's no guarantee what will happen to those things!"

Allen, of course, knew that Morris wasn't worried about what would happen to the undead, but that as soon as these things were discovered, he would have to be put in a dungeon, or worse. So, at the next rut intersection, their escort team turned westbound.

Since then, forests have been converted to farmland, villages and estates have become more numerous, hills have become scarcer, valleys have disappeared altogether, the only thing that has been the same is that the food in their wagons has become less and less. Before leaving the station, Maurice instructed Sauron to prepare enough food for the four men for a month, and the carriage was filled with bags of green beans, butter, black bread, and sour wine, and they had almost eaten them all.

So, the speed of travel slowed down again. Sersi was unhappy with this, and whenever he saw the mercury-filled hands of the living dead pinching the heads of hares, or pheasants, Morris was tasteless of the delicious and tender and crispy skin of the game.

Later, Allen took it upon himself to sell the carriage that Morris considered a treasure to a farmer in exchange for several bags of sweet corn. For this reason, Morris quarreled with him, the former pointed at his nose while turning the roasted corn, and the latter could only swallow his anger. As everyone knows, just a month ago, Morris took the immortal and saved his life.

Further west, Alan found that the road was beginning to widen, but the number of patrols gradually increased, and those who set up passes on the side of the road, watched passers-by coldly, and occasionally stopped some carriages or ox carts, and poked their pockets with iron guns. If the owner of the vehicle gave a few silver coins or a glass of wine, the guards smiled and let them go, and if the person was merely bowed his head and begged for mercy, he would be beaten and abused.

Naturally, they were also stopped, but to be precise, it was Morris who took the initiative to stop, and when the guards saw that the leader of the team was Morris, they took out their private collection of good wine and cured meat, and after a bit of whiskers and patted their horses, they bowed down and let them go.

"Looks like they're scared of you?" said Allen, sitting in the saddle, looking at Morris with contempt.

"They're afraid of me," Morris shrugged, took a big sip of wine and pointed behind him with his chin, "they're afraid of the undead, the fleshless ones!"

At dawn the next day, they arrived at Daylight City. Through the misty fields, Alan saw the huge Sun Castle standing beneath the firmament, completely obscuring the splendor of the capital and the ocean behind it, and under the castle made of light gray boulders, no building in the capital seemed so small and helpless.

Before entering the city, Maurice settled the immortals in a familiar farmstead, along with the horses they had ridden.

"Legend has it that the castle is seven hundred years old!" "As he passed through the wide gate that was large enough for twelve horses to drive forward, Maurice rode on his horse and told Eren slowly, "The Sun Fort was built by the first lord himself, and at that time only Assyria had a forest fort on the Sumerian continent, and the other territories were still nomadic on the continent with a tribal lifestyle!"

Alan sat on his horse, letting go of all the curious glances around him, thinking in his heart what he was going to do with the Lord of the Sun who honored them as his guest.