The coachman's forehead was also oozing fine beads of sweat, and his calloused hands pulled the carriage hard.

The rippling sound of the river crashing on the wheels made a crisp sound, and the water splashed into the carriage in all directions, and the constant jolting and shaking lasted for nearly an hour.

Just as Cesare was beginning to get used to the experience, the carriage made another abrupt stop, causing Cesare to hit the back of his head the board, causing him to hiss in pain and rub his head and pat the board in frustration.

"What's wrong again!"

"Uh......" the driver's voice outside hesitated in response. It's true that I saw the bridge, young master, I'm really not wrong, it's just ......"

Coachman......

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