Chapter 53: Could this person be my soul mate?
Several days later, on April 11.
A light morning drizzle fell over the place, creating a white curtain. Golden rays filtered through the clouds like cotton flakes, sifted by the fine drizzle.
The green grass of Kiran Mountain swayed in the wind, and some blades bent under the weight of raindrops falling from the sky onto the damp earth. The air was filled with the scent of wildflowers that had sprouted after winter and were releasing their pollen.
The animals that inhabited the place moved in groups across the green meadow, brimming with life. In the distance, you could hear the murmur of the stream and the roar of waterfalls cascading down the mountain. The birdsong filled the air with vitality.
From the sky, farmlands could be seen; among them, farmers worked tirelessly: some pulled donkeys, others harvested, and still others cut wheat stalks.
Everyone looked up when they noticed the movement of a long caravan climbing up the mountainside, advancing slowly like a worm.
"It’s the merchant caravan!"
"It’s already spring. How could I have forgotten? Fortunately, I have some savings."
The adults stopped what they were doing to gaze at the impressive sight, while the children, who were playing in the fields, stopped what they were doing to watch the caravan approach.
The Northern Frontier, one of the five regions of this world, was extremely unique. It was dominated by mountains where humans and other races coexisted.
At least two hundred and fifty thousand mountains rose in the Northern Frontier, most of them devoid of human civilization and inhabited only by beasts. Due to the hostile and cruel environment, humans were forced to build their settlements in the mountains to survive.