Sunset.

Tails rode on a mount with a new saddle and a shiny coat and walked slowly eastward.

He stepped over the sentry's shoulder, staring at the grass and smoke in the distance, silently distracted.

The land here is different, different from the Northland, different from the desert, wetter, more fertile, flatter, and never lost, the power that makes him know such information in the dark.

"Your horsemanship is good, Your Highness, not inferior to that of a skilled cavalryman. ”

The prince, who was immersed in "never getting lost", was awakened by a sudden sound and hurriedly turned back.

"Count Clomar. ”

In the midst of the rolling hooves of the horses, I saw the Earl of Winged Castle, Dele Clomar, carrying the reins of the horse, speeding past several of the guards, and came to the prince's mount, and the guards scattered one after another, leaving a certain space for the count and the prince.

The freaks who were supposed to protect him were all isolated from the guards of the "crows", and the snake hand looked a little angry, but he didn't dare to offend the earl, and he could only bow his head and murmur in the end.

"In this day and age, at your age, it is difficult for many nobles of prominent families to stay on horseback for so long, even if they can ride properly. ”

The Earl of Dele said lightly.

It had been more than a dozen hours since their party had left the camp in a majestic manner, and except for a midday break on the way, the well-trained Crowsentry Light Riders had picked up their horses and marched briskly.

Tails pinched his leg and glanced at Delle's calf in the stirrups, feeling that the other man's riding position hadn't changed much.

"Hold on for so long" on horseback

The prince secretly raised his eyebrows: You are boasting about yourself.

The long journey had already made Tails' thighs and waist sore, and now this kind of horse's hooves that allowed him to see the scenery in peace was a kind of rest.

I only heard the Earl of Wing Fort continue to sigh:

"The military training of the Northlanders is truly extraordinary. ”

Tails nodded politely and laughed dryly:

"Thank you. ”

As for the training of the Northlanders

You should ask the Meteorite and the Death Raven.

The former had taught him how happy it was to be able to ride on a "normal" horse.

The latter had taught him how happy it was to be able to ride "normally" on horseback by running away for years.

Remembering the bittersweet thoughts, Tails sighed slightly.

Sure enough, people are forced out.

But then again, from Nicola, Monty, to the former Black Sand Collar of Tulha

Tails felt helpless at the thought that three of the famous Exeter Five Warlords had been unable to get along with him on his trip to the Northlands, he was probably the second unlucky man in the world who sneaked a glance at the air behind him.

By the way, how did yodel keep up

It can't be the back of a horse's butt

"Finally see the land beyond the yellow sand, right?"

The Earl of Deloux seemed intent on taking advantage of this time to speak to Tails for a while.

"When I was on the border, I stayed in the desert for a few weeks and then came out," said Dele, smiling as he looked at the barren meadows and the smoke of the villages in the distance.

"Seeing even the slightest bit of green excites me. ”

Tails took over the conversation half wittily and half sincerely:

"Isn't it? ”

"It feels really good. ”

After six years of wandering in a foreign land, it was the first time that Tails realized that he was neither in the dry and cold northland nor in the desert full of yellow sand.

He is in the Kingdom of the Stars.

A strange and familiar feeling hit me.

Noticing where Tails' gaze was heading, Dele pointed to a few huts at the end of his sight:

"These small villages belong to the town of Gift, and it is our supply place today, not far ahead. It is the farthest town to the west of the Western Wilderness and the closest to the Blade Tooth Camp, and has provided backup and support for the Western Front for many years. ”

Grace Town.

Dele's commentary aroused Tails' long-lost interest in the unthinkable pleasures of the moments when there was danger in front and pursuers behind.

"And we'll be there to turn the road of Grace and gallop on the road of bounty will be much easier. Dele apparently understood the prince's emotions and the muscle aches and pains of riding for too long, and continued his explanation.

"Avenue of Gifts"

"I read in books when I was in the Northland," Tails struggled to lean forward, trying to see the road in the distance:

"But it's the first time I've gone. ”

The Earl of Dele laughed: