Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
Road To Bolo
Lori: [Sweet. It's all done! You'll be able to travel to Bolo in just a day or maybe even less. We were able to expect brainstorm about what to improve more while I changed the frame, and now it's all good.]
Just outside the large exit of the smith, the wagon, or rather, the car was being pulled back by the half-dwarves artisans.
The shape of the car was large yet unusual.
Lori was able to make such few changes within a day, and with it being dusk, Ashira would still set out to arrive at Bolo before the next morning.
Ashira: [This is rather new for me. If we arrive in Bolo with such invention, who knows would be hunting us down for it.]
He said while he had touched along the hood of the car, seeing as there were streaks along the sides and its corners were flattened and rounded along.
Lori: [You don't have to worry! I'll be accompanying you along.]