Chapter 502
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The sun set in the west.
Thales rode on a horse with a brand-new saddle and a shiny coat. He moved forward slowly and headed east.
He looked over the shoulder of the mounted sentinel and stared at the weeds and smoke in the distance. He was lost in thought.
The land here was different. It was different from Northland and the desert. It was wetter, more fertile, and flatter. The power that allowed him to never get lost gave him this information.
"Your horsemanship is very good, Your Highness. It does not lose to a skilled cavalier."
The prince, who was immersed in the thought of never getting lost, was jolted awake by the sudden voice. He quickly turned around.
"Count Kroma."
As the horse's hooves thundered, the Count of Wing Fort, Derek Kroma, lifted the reins and sped past a few personal guards to arrive beside the prince's horse. The personal guards wisely dispersed to give the count and the prince some space.
The freaks who were supposed to protect him were separated from the Crows' personal guards. Snake Shooter looked a little indignant, but he did not dare offend the count. In the end, he could only lower his head and grumble.
"In this era, at your age, even if many nobles with illustrious family backgrounds can ride properly, it will be difficult for them to stay on a horse for so long."
Count Derek said nonchalantly.
It had been more than ten hours since their group left the camp in a mighty manner. Aside from taking a nap during the afternoon, the well-trained Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers increased their speed and moved forward at a brisk pace.
Thales pinched his thigh and turned his eyes to glance at Derek's calf, which was in the stirrup. He felt that Derek's riding posture had not changed much.
"You can stay on a horse for so long?"
The prince secretly quirked an eyebrow. 'You're praising yourself, right?'
Thales' thighs and waist were beginning to ache from the long period of travel. Right now, he could enjoy the scenery in peace with his horse's hooves. It was already considered a form of rest.
The Count of Wing Fort continued to speak emotionally.
"The Northlanders' military training is indeed extraordinary."
Thales nodded politely and laughed dryly.
"Thank you."
'As for the Northlanders' training …
You should ask the Star Killer and the Raven of Death. '
The former used years of riding lessons to teach him how happy it was to be able to ride on a "normal" horse.
The latter taught him how blissful it was to be able to "normally" ride on a horse's back by running for what felt like years.
Thales sighed softly as he recalled the bitterness and thought of the sweetness.
Sure enough, people are forced out.
But come to think of it, Nicholas, Monty, and Tolja from Black Sand Region.
When he thought of how three of the five famous Eckstedtian War Generals had a bone to pick with him during his trip to Northland, Thales felt extremely helpless. He was probably the second most unlucky person in the world … ahem. He stole a glance at the air behind him.
By the way, how did Yodel keep up?
Don't tell me you're clinging to a horse's ass.
"We can finally see the land beyond the yellow sands, right?"
Count Derek seemed to want to use this time to talk to Thales for a while longer.
"When I served at the borders, I would stay in the desert for a few weeks before I came out." Derek stared at the grassland and smoke from the village in the distance. He smiled faintly.
"Even a little bit of green makes me excited."
Thales took over the conversation, half tactfully and half sincerely.
"That's right."
"This feels really good."
After getting used to wandering in a foreign land for six years, it was the first time Thales realized that he was not in the dry and cold Northland, nor was he in a desert filled with yellow sand.
He was in Constellation.
A strange yet familiar feeling rose in his heart.
When he noticed where Thales was looking, Derek pointed at a few small houses at the end of his line of sight.
"These small villages belong to Blessings Town. It is our supply point today, and it is not far ahead. It is the farthest town in the west of Western Desert, and it is also the closest town to Blade Fangs Camp. Over the years, it has provided reinforcements and protection for the Western Frontlines. "
'Blessings Town.'
Derek's explanation stirred up Thales' interest, which he had not felt for a long time. It was a leisurely and carefree feeling that he could not imagine when there was danger ahead of him and pursuers behind him.
"And we will turn into the Avenue of Blessings there. The road ahead will be much easier." Derek was obviously considerate enough to understand the prince's emotions and the soreness in his muscles from riding for too long. He continued his explanation.
"The Avenue of Blessings …
"When I was in Northland, I read about it in a book." Thales tried his best to stick his head forward to see the road in the distance.
"But this is the first time I've walked."
Count Derek smiled.
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