Chapter 108: I Am Prisoner Ihan (1)
The soft clatter of hooves echoed faintly through the quiet forest trail.
Each time the mule’s hooves touched the ground, the sound of clink, clink resonated subtly, blending with the serene surroundings. Despite the rough path filled with pebbles and tree roots, the cart drawn by the mule moved effortlessly without resistance. Watching the mule tirelessly pull the heavily loaded cart over a 20-kilometer stretch without showing signs of fatigue, it became clear why mules were the merchants' favored beasts of burden in the old days.
And then, suddenly:
“—Halt. We’ll rest here!”
“Stop!”
“Water the mule.”
“Make sure the soldiers finish their meals quickly.”
The harsh voices of men leading the procession echoed through the group, prompting the mule to halt its steps.
And for a moment:
“Ugh... k-kill me....”
“W-water...! Please, just some water....”
“Urrgh....”