First Triumph (Part-1)

Despite all their impediment, the caravan was indeed able to make it to Zanzan before Alexander reached the city, reaching it on the evening of the next day.

Although even this favorable traversal did not spare the son from the usual earful by his father.

"Bah! I told you the pasha would be able to cover the remaining distance in a day at most! The road here is very good! We barely got a decent spot."

"We could have gotten much better ones if you had not slept with that cheap whore and made us so late!"

The old man incessantly grumbled about his son sharing the bed with that local maid, while the son put these complaints through one ear and discarded them the other.

Currently, it was the dawn of the day after they had reached Zanzan and he was too busy setting up their makeshift wine stall near one of Zanzan's main gates to care.

So he instead focused on serving the customers that were starting to gather.