The carriage gradually slowed until it stopped. The coachman knocked on the door.

“Please get off,[1] sirs,” he said with a smooth voice.

Instead of getting off, the two men expanded their magic power and scanned their immediate surroundings.

‘I don’t sense anyone waiting to ambush us.’ 

It would have been a different story if there were a fiend specializing in stealth, but if there were, Seo Jun-Ho’s Intuition would have warned him. As such, he nodded, and Gilberto opened the carriage door.

They were in a dark forest, and there wasn’t even a proper path.

‘I don’t sense any traces of people at all. They don’t use this place often.’ 

There was no way that this was their main trading post.

Gilberto stared at the coachman before he spoke, “This is quite a remote area. Is the merchant on their way here?”

“Yes. Please wait a moment.”

Reins in hand, the coachman politely brought his hands together and bowed his head. At that, Gilberto turned and looked around the forest.

‘Huh?’ 

Just then, he made a ‘V’ with his fingers and quickly tapped his thigh twice. With the coachman’s back turned, the only one who saw it was Seo Jun-Ho.

‘That’s…’ Seo Jun-Ho’s eyes flashed. It was a hand signal they often used 26 years ago. It basically meant that the...