The carriage continued to roll down the dirt road, its passengers completely unaware of the immense danger to their lives.
As they moved further and further away, the surroundings got emptier, with barely any carriages or people moving down the road.
Hayes Ballard and the crooked man from the cult maintained a safe distance of at least a hundred meters as they scouted their surroundings.
No stone was left unturned as they tried to search for any hidden dangers or enemies waiting in ambush.
But…
They found nothing.
Hiding behind a mound, the two Magi had extremely dark expressions on their faces. The hunched-back old man turned to look at Hayes and murmured, "What is… happening?"
Hayes remained silent, his brows furrowed as he watched the carriage slowly make its way along the dirt road.
The auburn-haired man sitting at the front, steering the horses, appeared laid-back. No, he was laid-back.
It was as if… he was not even expecting any attack!
