A red mountain that resembled the color of the wasteland appeared on the horizon.

Juan had been keeping an eye on his pursuers, but they didn’t show much movement. Rather, the spirits of two of them disappeared to a far distance that Juan could no longer sense.

However, three of them were still steadily following Juan and Swallan. Juan intentionally moved at a faster pace to leave them behind, but their presence could still be felt—making it clear that they were quite well-trained knights.

Instead, it was Swallan who was suffering from Juan’s fast pace. Swallan hadn’t been able to eat or drink anything for the past two days as they had left all their luggage in the carriage. At the same time, in this devastated wasteland, all the sources of water had already been contaminated.

“...Finally. A lifesaver,” Swallan muttered as she looked at the red mountain.

She lifted her finger with difficulty, pointing toward the path in the valley between the mountains. Juan could see a tent and few people gathered around the area.

“Go that way, Mr. Ten thousand gold pieces. Those are people who are trying to get through the Manas Mountains.”

“Is it like a village?”

“It’s not a village, but it’s more like a place where mercenaries from all over the region gather. The lord of Durgal has always been quite eager to find mercenaries, since going to Durgal by yourself alone is considered a suicide.”

Juan recalled the information about the Manas Mountains....