The Spiritual Sect Group
Clay's skill in driving horse-drawn carriages is unmatched. He was accustomed to taking a horse-drawn carriage at night, even in bad weather. Clay was very familiar with the route out of Constantine City. He knew where the roads were flat, potholed, steep, and winding. Currently, the train was on the smooth main road outside the city. If not, the result could be that this train has an accident because it is controlled haphazardly.
"Prince, are you aware that you almost caused an accident? Do you remember who was in the carriage? Did you want Queen Soraya to get hurt?" Clay rebukes Prince Edmund, momentarily forgetting his duty to protect and show respect to the king's son.
Stupid!" Clay seethed, keeping his annoyance inside, he didn't want to argue with someone as stupid as Prince Edmund. "He's really stupid!" Clay muttered angrily.
Now the horse carriage actually stopped at a safe place.