On the rough, uneven mountain path amidst the dense green woods, Charles led his crew, rapidly chasing after the Pope.
Although the Pope couldn't catch up to Longka, his flying speed was not something an ordinary person could match. If it weren't for the mice's noses, I would've lost him by now, Charles feared.
After sprinting at top speed for over an hour, Charles finally found the Pope at the top of a small slope.
"Why are you running off? Didn't we agree you'd follow my command? If this continues, we might as well split up and explore separately!" Charles shouted unhappily at the Pope, who was surrounded by his followers.
The Pope didn't respond, his expression grave as he stared down the slope.
Following his gaze, Charles looked down and spotted various houses nestled in the woods below. Some of the houses even had their windows lit.
"What? Did that person just run in there?" Charles asked the Pope.
