Chapter 135: 074. City of Slaves -2 (Part One)

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Two pairs of skeleton horses pulling the chariot were neighing and snorting noisily.

Our chariot was currently dashing through the barren wasteland.

I settled down and leaned my back against the violently-shaking wall of the vehicle. Meanwhile, Hans seemed to be suffering from a bit of travel sickness, judging from his sickly-white complexion. Oh, he was also spewing everything he ate so far on the desert sand below as well.

"Are you feeling alright?" Tina asked while patting Hans's back.

"Y-yes, I'm feeling... Wuu-wuuph..."

Hans wiped away the bits of vomit around his mouth and slid down on the chariot's wall without much energy.

I stared at his exhausted face for a bit before taking out the warp scroll from the item window. After using Amon's grimoire the last time, I grew quite interested in this magic called 'warp'.