138. A Small Clue -1 (Part One)

Translated by A Passing Wanderer

Edited by RED

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The leader of the dwarves, Belrog, dearly wanted to deliver his masterpiece personally. So he quickly packed up his luggage and joined the Ronia supply corps. He even jumped up on the carriage driver's seat and drove the vehicle himself.

His gaze landed on the outer walls of the castle in the far-off distance.

"So, that's Ronia, is it!"

Belrog broke out in a wide grin before taking a glance behind him. His eyes took in the sight of a single white-coloured shield wrapped in fabric, currently secured within the wagon.

'That's the gift I must hand over to His Highness.'

Belrog was thinking of handing over that shield to the Imperial Prince and confirming its performance with his own two eyes.

Ronia's gates opened up and the dozen-plus carriages delivering the supplies proceeded to enter the city.

Belrog, sitting on the driver's seat, made a surprised face at what he saw next.