The carriage creaked along the road leading to Luona, and the steam car following behind always managed to attract the attention of people on the road.
Igor watched the people outside preparing to welcome the Farewell to the Old Festival, and couldn't help but feel emotional. They were getting closer and closer to Luona, and also closer to his home.
The journey over the past two days seemed to have passed very quickly, almost without notice. Before he knew it, he was nearly at the gates of the Imperial Capital.
They didn't converse much over the past two days, most of the time it was Perkins sharing his experiences, but no one could fully grasp Perkins' explanations, not because Perkins wasn't detailed enough, but simply because these experiences largely exceeded their cognitive scope.
The complexity and freshness of these matters require them to digest, and digesting takes time.
