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wilderness.

A convoy of horse-drawn carriages is proceeding in an orderly manner.

These powerful-looking red-maned horses look very tired, but they still look diligent.

"Mr. Lance, why don't we let the team take a rest first."

The curtain of the carriage at the front was opened, revealing a smart girl with a ponytail.

The girl looked at the middle-aged man driving the carriage in front of her and asked seriously.

"Miss, we are almost reaching the dividing line of the human center area. Although it is the last step, on the map, this place is very dangerous."

"I have asked someone before. In recent months, bandits have been rampant in this no-man's land. My suggestion is still that it would be better not to stay here."

The middle-aged man's hair was tied into a small braid, and his face was full of traces of vicissitudes that should be present at this age.

"In the center of humanity, the Land of Never-Fall is strictly controlled, and many criminals and bandits will consciously spread outward. This is especially true in the no-man's land of Sangui, which is about to approach the Land of Never-Fall."

Lance answered the questions seriously, his eyes were firm and meticulous.

"Miss Champs, it's no problem. With Mr. Lance and I here, anyone who dares to attack our Red Maple Leaf Merchant Group will definitely be doomed!"

On one side of the carriage, a young man wearing silver-white armor was driving a horse of the same color, looking quite high-spirited.

"Brother Germain!"

Champs frowned, her delicate little face looking a little worried.

"Miss Champs, don't forget! Uncle Lance and I are extraordinary people!"

The man's face was full of confidence. He waved the reins in his hands seriously with a bright smile on his face.

"Still a very powerful transcendent!"

When Lance heard this, he shook his head slightly: "Actually, what the lady said is right. This is no longer St. Ann's County. We are about to reach the border post of the Land of Unfallability."

"That's the middle part of the country with a vast territory and many powerful people. No matter what, it's better to be more careful."

There was just a lot of caution on Lance's face, and there was no doubt helplessness.

Red Maple Leaf Merchant Group.

Affiliated to the Chamber of Commerce of St. Ann, a city in the south close to the edge of the Human Center.

The Chamber of Commerce may say it's big or small, but he can definitely be considered a rich man.

However, about half a month ago, problems suddenly occurred in the operation of the entire business group.

The entire family fell apart in an instant, and was under public criticism. It was about to be completely destroyed. As the head of the family, Champagne's father gave Champagne a motorcade at the last moment, so that his only trusted daughter could go to the Human Center to seek help.

In fact, even though it is close to the edge of the Never-Fall Land, it is only relative to the outer cities.

The Land of Never-Fall is really too big. This carriage team has been traveling for more than half a month before they can even see the outskirts of the human center.

Can going to the Human Center really save the family?

A shadow appeared in Lance's heart.

Germaine on the other side looked completely stupid and didn't understand the current situation at all.

Wasteland wilderness.

Yellow sand fills the sky.

This is a lawless zone outside the center of humanity, a no-nonsense area.

If possible, Lance really wants to lead the team through the longer official alliance channel.

But that would result in the fleet's actual travel time being more than twice as long as that road.

The family no longer has the funds to use vehicles such as large steam trains, and this speed is already pretty good.

The carriage at the rear.

"How long will it take?"

A man in uniform looked at the flying sand in front of him and spat out the sand in his mouth: "Isn't it here yet?"

"I thought this was a good job, that I could go to the Human Center and have a long experience. Unexpectedly, I spent more than half a month looking at the sand."

“Is this what human centers are like?”

"No, I already want to go home."

A group of guards from the Chamber of Commerce were sitting at the back of the carriage, chatting all the time.

"If it weren't for the salary from this errand, I wouldn't be willing to do it."

"Hey, have you heard? I heard that there is a problem in the Fran family. Miss Champs' father was racking his brains about this matter."

"No way."

Gossip always spreads fastest in this world.

"It seems that several chambers of commerce in St. Ann have joined forces to attack our Red Maple Leaf. Everyone knows that the boss behind us is Fran..."

"I heard about it, please don't spread it randomly."

"In order to deal with this crisis, I'm afraid I have to find a powerful husband for Miss Champs, right at the Human Center. Otherwise, why don't we spend so much effort just to send some furs to the Human Center this time?"

"It sounds like this...what is this usually called in novels."

"Hiss..." The man frowned and seemed to be thinking seriously: "Politics...".

"Political marriage?"

At this moment, a sudden voice joined the guards' chat.

"Are you awake, kid?"

The man smiled and threw a piece of low-quality tobacco over.

"Why did you wake up so early today?"

Not far away, behind the goods, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with broken hair opened his eyes. He looked a little sleepy. He scratched his head and directly took the low-quality tobacco thrown by the man.

"It's normal to wake up naturally after you've slept enough."

"In fact, the optimal amount of sleep for an adult is eight hours a day."

The boy said seriously.

This young man is ordinary, nothing special. He just wears a pair of gloves that are stained with dust but rarely take off.

"Eight hours, that's such a luxury." The guards around him laughed loudly: "Zhao Guangli, you boy, your life is so good."

Zhao Guangli didn't care. He took the ignition device handed over by the person next to him and lit the tobacco: "I'm different from you. You are employees. I am a passenger who has paid my dues."

"Screw you, didn't you beg Miss Champs to let you get into the motorcade?" The man started to puff away with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Although the weather has gradually become colder, the temperature inside the carriage is not low.

Zhao Guangli was used to the smell of sweat and tobacco coming together.

He took a puff of bad tobacco.

Well, it is indeed of extremely low quality, as if it was made by randomly pulling out two plant roots from the ground.

The surrounding printed characters will fall off if you rub them with your fingers.

The spicy smell poured into his nose, and Zhao Guangli blew out a long smoke ring, more like a sigh.

"How long, boy!"

Su Lin's complaining voice came to his ears. From the first day he got on the carriage, Su Lin started complaining non-stop.

Zhao Guangli originally thought that the steam train in Ludu went directly to the center of humanity, until he went through bumps and bumps and finally reached the outermost edge of the center of humanity.

"Steam trains cannot pass through the border posts in the Never-Fall Land, and can only be accessed on foot by horse-drawn carriages."

This is the information Zhao Guangli got.

"Look, I told you to leave from St. Ann early. You must take a stroll there!"

"It doesn't matter if you missed the official parade carriage, you got off the bus early at the wrong time!"

Su Lin waved his little tentacles and complained seriously.

"If you hadn't already qualified for admission, the Festival of Stars would have been over by the time you reached the Land of Never-Fall!"