Grosien shrank his body, sitting on the hard wooden bench, swaying along with the swaying of the canopy-topped carriage.
Occasionally, when the wheels were bumped up by pebbles or potholes, Grosien's skinny body would briefly lift off and then land heavily, feeling as though the bones in his buttocks were about to crack.
Eight people were sitting inside this canopy-topped carriage.
The one wearing the high-end fringed cloak was the Town Mayor of Sour Melon Town, wearing a tricorn hat and maintaining a trim beard, lounging at the front of the carriage with eyes closed, resting.
To his left sat three low-level monks, dressed in hooded robes, anxiously and worriedly discussing in low voices.
Opposite the low-level monks were ordinary villagers like Grosien, all wearing brimless caps or straw hats and donned in linen tunics.
