If he's in a good mood, he hisses, and the mawdy pony rider is blunt-footed, to be clear.
Good luck with the bike, up to four hours a day. But, well, much better than no.
Maumau is a common way of getting around in imperial territory, especially not an animal that requires a license or application, and there are shops in every town that rent most places. Compared to the horse-like ones ridden by brave men and women, it's a ride that even town daughters can easily rent.
In the meantime, let's go to two towns today and ambush the brave party that will come down the hill. I left the capital with such a plan.
If this type of rider let him rush too fast, he would lose his motivation at once as well as his average speed, so he crouched on his back and moved on while giving him a moderate break. After noon, I went to the next town, and by sundown, I had arrived further ahead in the town as planned, and first I had settled in the ranked inn as usual.
Next noon you will see the brave men from the end of the temple.
Yeah, I figured I'd kill some time in town. Even when it's time for a day to pass there, I don't see them.
—— Could it have been a mistake?
And even though I think of the other route, no, I'm definitely coming this way, my instincts tell me.
—— Is this, or some kind of "accident"... a pattern that's happened...?
And then I thought to myself, I started getting ready.
My grandfather, who sat next to the gatekeeper, said, "Stop going outside from this hour. Sometimes there are bandits," he said.
Actually, I have a contract with an amazing warcraft.
Let the niggling grin float with a real act or something.
If you broke through the gate all the way, you followed the brave man down the path that leads to the dark night.