The City Of Adventurers And The Buried City

Creak, creak.

The horse carriage traveled on a gravel road flanked by towering trees. Those trees were much inferior to Mount Creation's platinum or even diamond-tier trees. There were no magical fruits on the tree trunks that one might use to advance to the gold tier. They looked ordinary.

The winter had ended. There was still some ice and snow on the ground that had not completely melted, making it difficult to walk on the roads.

"It would be great if Mount Creation had paved routes to the kingdom's various villages. At the very least, the roadways would be easier to walk on. I can even charge them a fee."

Watson leaned against the carriage's window, taking in the view beyond. He yawned out of boredom.