A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Don't you know?" Although Dorothea knew that Bray had gone out to work, she had never thought about what Bray was doing.

She, of course, could not have known that Bray had been repairing the roof not long ago.

If she knew, she would definitely criticize Bray's thought process. Why would he do something like that when he clearly has the ability? Getting paid by helping the city resolve threats is obviously the most convenient way.

"..." Bray was speechless for a moment.

He sat blankly in the magic car, leaned back in his seat, and let out a long sigh.

I suddenly feel like I've been a bit too stupid.

Of course, he's not actually stupid, he just has a slightly off thought process.

"Alright, let's drive. The road in front of Holp Gate is really wide now." Dorothea jumped into the back seat of the new car.

She snapped her fingers skillfully and retrieved the car with the flat tire.

She could have easily fixed the car, but in the end she chose to buy a new one.

If asked why, Dorothea could only answer that repairing the car was too much trouble.

Besides, we might even be able to take this car back as a souvenir.

However, the prerequisite is that this magical vehicle can be taken out.

Who knows if this magical vehicle will simply disappear from Dorothea's storage space after leaving this world?

"Alright then," Bray said weakly, perking up slightly.

The two already had a new destination in mind.

However, neither of them knew what the destination was called.

All they knew was that the person who "wrote" this "diary" was leading them to a new destination.

A place far away from Holp.

You'll only know how far it is once you start walking.

At that time, not only Bray was imprisoned, but Dorothea was also imprisoned, which prevented her from doing anything.

Dorothea was quite dissatisfied with this. She wanted to see who was the person who could imprison her, and if possible, she would like to give them a beating.

However, Bray was more curious.

"Wait a minute, are you leaving?" Nimiter called out from behind as Bray was about to step on the gas.

"Hmm? It's that guy." Dorothea turned her head and glanced at him, then said to Bray.

“His name is Nimitz,” Bray said.

"That's really rare; you actually remember other people's names."

"Because this name is easy to pronounce."

"Is my name really that hard to pronounce?" Dorothea was still bothered by Bray's inability to remember her name.

“A little.” Honest Bray’s answer was as honest as ever today.

"So, you need something from us?" Bray replied to Dorothea, then looked at Nimiter behind the car.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to know why you left?"

Now that only Horp remains in the Middle Kingdom, where can Bray and Dorothea go?

People always come to this city; it's rare to see anyone choose to leave.

“…” Bray paused for a moment, then exchanged a glance with Dorothea.

Dorothea glanced at Nimiter, then casually played with her long hair.

“We are messengers, so of course we must travel around,” Dorothea said.

“Yes, you are messengers.” Nimiter then remembered the identities the two had presented to the outside world.

He didn't believe it at first, but after these battles, he did.

Nimitz believed that the two of them could travel back and forth in this disaster-ridden world.

“Besides, we don’t belong in this city,” Bray said after a pause.

"I will have to leave someday eventually."

“All good things must come to an end, right?” Nimitz said, shrugging.

"In that case, I can only wish you a safe journey."

"..." But Bray didn't reply, he just stared straight at Nimiter.

"?" Nimiter looked at Bray in confusion, while Bray's dead fish eyes seemed to hold a hint of anticipation.

So what are those dead fish eyes expecting?

"Don't you have any farewell gift?" Bray said, a little disappointed.

In the past, Nimitra would bring him and Dorothea something as a farewell gift when she came from afar.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any,” Nimitz said bluntly.

"Let's go, Dorothea." Bray stared ahead expressionlessly, then stepped on the gas.

The magic chariot sped away, leaving Nimitz standing there, eating dust.

"Cough cough, that's choking me to death," Nimiter coughed, cursing under his breath.

That dead fish-eyed guy really didn't linger at all; he just drove off like that.

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Nimiter was right; Bray had no lingering affection for Holp whatsoever.

Because he had witnessed the end of this city, and also the beginning of the story of Carlogaris.

Yes, that battle was just the beginning of the story of Carlogaris.

Because the day when this great hero meets his end is still very far away.

He could never see that scene, so there was nothing for him to miss.

"Drive slower," Dorothea said, annoyed. The wind was too strong and had messed up her hair again. "Where are we now?" Dorothea leaned out of the car, looking at the surrounding scenery.

Several days have passed since the two of them left Holp.

Over this period of time, the surrounding landscape has changed from muddy ground to urban ruins, and then from urban ruins to forests.

Now, the two are in a cave.

Countless fireflies danced in the cave, casting a faint glow over what should have been pitch-black interior.

Thanks to the fireflies, Bray didn't even realize he had crashed into some rock while driving.

This car is definitely not sturdy; it'll be done for if it hits anything bad.

Dorothea hadn't been able to repair the old magic vehicle, so this was their only means of transportation.

"Don't ask me, I'm just following the sound to find the general direction."

Both Bray and Dorothea could hear the same voice speaking.

He was simply driving based on the sounds he heard, and he drove wherever he pleased.

After all, you see, Bray doesn't have a map of the Middle Continent from the Second Age, and since he's a novice driver, he can only drive casually.

"Vroom vroom vroom—" The car's strange engine noise was the only noise in the cave.

"You really are a bit of a go-with-the-flow type," Dorothea said, somewhat speechless. If she wasn't mistaken, Bray was driving in a straight line.

We waded through mud and crossed streams.

If this magical vehicle weren't unsuitable for water travel, Bray would probably have driven it directly across one of the previous lakes.

“What else?” Bray replied casually, feeling perfectly fine driving.

“Right, we should park the car,” Dorothea said.

"Huh? What?" Bray exclaimed in confusion.

There is no road ahead.

"..." After hearing this, Bray was stunned for half a second, and then quickly stepped on the brakes.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak—" A piercing sound rang out, leaving tire tracks on the ground.

After the car came to a stop, it came to a halt on the edge of the cliff.

If the brakes had been applied any later, the car would have plunged into that bottomless abyss.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Bray muttered.

"Why can't you see such an obvious cliff?" Dorothea was speechless. She thought that Bray had noticed the cliff in front of him, which was why she hadn't spoken for so long.

But when she realized that Bray wasn't slowing down at all, she knew something was wrong.

After Dorothea spoke to him, Bray shut up and fell silent.

It seems he knows he's in the wrong.

Because the cliff was so obvious, Bray was looking at the fireflies and didn't notice it.

If Dorothea hadn't warned them, they would have plunged off the cliff along with the magic vehicle.

Dorothea is likely to be fine, but Bray is uncertain.

"Oh, right, look quickly, there's an open space on the other side of the cliff." With the help of the faint fluorescent light, Dorothea was able to see what was happening on the other side of the cliff.

"..." Bray's dead fish eyes were frustrated; he couldn't see anything.

All he could see was darkness.

If it weren't for the car headlights having fluorescent lights, he wouldn't have been able to see his hand in front of his face at all.

Such eyesight is truly enviable.

“Should we leave the cave and take a detour?” Bray asked tentatively.

"No, I want to go and see." But Dorothea really wanted to go to the open space, so she said something quite frightening.

Dorothea felt that place was her destination.

“Let’s go then.” Bray nodded heavily, though he really didn’t want to leave the cave and take a long detour.

He had originally planned to go, but since he had the Empress behind him, he still had to ask her.

To his satisfaction, Dorothea thought the same thing.

Since that's the case, it's good that we can reach an agreement immediately.

"How do we get there?" Bray asked, looking eager to try.

“Just drive there and fly,” Dorothea said in a very casual tone.

"?" Bray, who had been eager to try, was suddenly stunned.

He originally thought Dorothea would bring out something that could fly.

He originally thought Dorothea would lead him directly across.

But he never imagined that Dorothea wanted to drive straight there.

"How...how do you fly?" Dead Fish Eyes realized he was stuttering a bit.

Unfortunately, the operation that Dorothea mentioned was a bit difficult, and even Bray, with his erratic thought process, thought it wouldn't work.

“I stepped back a short distance, and then I channeled magic into the car.”

“That speed is enough to fly over there,” Dorothea said lightly.

"We're almost crashing into the wall on the other side..."

Across from there is an open space, but also a rock wall above the open space.

If you rush too fast, you'll hit a wall first.

The person is alright, but what if the car is damaged?

“This car will be wrecked,” Bray said in a deep voice, his expression somewhat familiar.

If a person is injured in a collision, it's less serious; but once the car is gone, the road becomes much more difficult to navigate.