In contrast to the chaos in the city,
the conditions outside Blenheim City had improved considerably.
Although some animals in the forest also showed clear anxiety and panic, under the therapeutic regulation of nature itself, nothing very severe had occurred.
The carriage moved quietly through the woods.
Costate drove with a steady and reliable skill.
Before nightfall, they had successfully arrived at the intended launching site.
"We've arrived..." Ronald mused as he jumped down from the carriage, the first thing he did was to gauge their current direction through Blenheim City behind them, determining the trajectory for their upcoming flight.
Beside Ronald.
Costate tore off the ropes tied around the horses and then turned to Ronald, bowing slightly:
"Sir, if we leave the carriage here, we might need to economize on food at home this quarter."
"Do you have any dietary requests for the coming months?"
Ronald waved dismissively:
