The caravan pressed forward at a swift pace, maintaining its speed as it neared the northern border.
Hutson couldn't help but admire the infrastructure of the Doris Kingdom—its well-maintained roads were a testament to the nation's prosperity.
Through careful observation, he noticed that these roads were not left to decay; they were regularly repaired, ensuring smooth passage for travelers and merchants alike.
When they reached the border, the exit inspections were surprisingly lenient. The guards were primarily concerned with identifying fugitives.
As long as no one in the caravan was wanted, they were allowed to pass without issue.
Beyond the border lay a vast primeval forest, untamed and ancient.
The well-paved roads gave way to rough, uneven trails, and the caravan's pace inevitably slowed.
For an entire month, they journeyed through the dense wilderness. Though the forest teemed with wild beasts and magical creatures, none dared approach such a large convoy.
