The Magical Guidance (1)

The roads on the west were rough. Most of them weren't built properly and it wasn't unusual to change the broken wheels during a journey. Most of the stones on the ground can be somehow ignored when riding a horse, but it was different for coaches and wagons.

The coachmen gulped. He was conscious of the certain person's glare and felt a cold sweat running down his back, every time carriages wobbled.

Please, just let him live! He was doing his best to ensure a smooth ride.

He wished that the vice-commander would return to his original seat soon and act as a protection wall against the piercing gaze of their leader. Luan looked at him threateningly, like if he couldn't ride properly, he would lose his life by the end of the day.