The carriage slowly made its way over the rough stone-paved street, with yellow sand swirling around, and its wheels producing a sandy rustle as it moved.
As the wind-borne sand struck the outer walls of the carriage, a distinct ping-pong sound could be heard inside. Chen Lun sat within, and even though he was cushioned by a soft leather sofa, he still felt the jolts of the ride. Polaris sat across from him, cradling a cup of chilled orange juice.
"I need you to perform exceptionally well in this mission. Can you do that?"
Chen Lun gestured with his hand, signaling to Barton to draw the curtains of the carriage window, then immediately turned to Polaris and said.
"Teacher, do you mean for me to kill a sufficient number of the enemy Undead Foreigners?"
Polaris revealed a thoughtful expression and asked aloud.
Chen Lun chuckled lightly but shook his head.
