The caravan arrived faster than Leech had expected.
Just one day after Joe's return, six horse-drawn carriages loaded with goods arrived in Porcupine Territory.
"This is Porcupine Territory?"
The lead carriage stopped, and a balding, portly middle-aged man stepped out.
"This is completely different from what I'd heard."
According to the information he'd gathered, Porcupine Territory was supposed to be poor and dilapidated, with few people who were barely fed and clothed.
But now, look at the Porcupine Territory before them.
As far as the eye could see, there must have been a thousand serfs working in the fields.
And what was this ground beneath their feet? It felt hard, like stone, but how could there be such a massive, seamless slab of rock, stretching smooth and flat from where they stood to the horizon?
The patrol guard stopped the caravan.
