Chapter 92 The Truly Smart Person_1
The dull sound of bells echoed along the city's main thoroughfare, accompanied by the rumble of a magic-powered motorbike. It was early November in Neutral Land, marking the beginning of the winter season. The trees lining both sides of the road were bare, with just a few wilted yellow leaves remaining, clinging to their branches and shivering in the cold wind. The evening sunset scattered its last rays of light, but the icy sunlight could not bring the slightest warmth to the dying leaves, as if offering them a final farewell.
Looking down the road, a small passenger carriage approached from a distance, the bells jingling from the necks of the two aged horses. The bells seemed worn out, so dilapidated that their ringing was noticeably discordant, but like the old horses, they were still contributing their last sounds of life.