For Ning Fan, a boy swift as the wind, fifty kilometers was a mere piece of cake.
Staring at the boundless desert, Ning Fan asked in a deep voice, "Alice, is this the place?"
"Uh... I don't think so."
Hearing this reply, Ning Fan nearly fainted.
Alice smiled awkwardly, "Wait a moment, let me think carefully."
Ning Fan softly said, "Don't rush, take your time."
"Mm!"
About ten minutes later, Alice, after racking her brains, pointed east, "I remember now. It's in this direction."
Ning Fan suspiciously asked, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, definitely, and certainly. There's no mistake this time."
Seeing Alice's firm assurance, Ning Fan chose to believe her.
Half an hour later, Alice said blankly, "How could this be? I thought I remembered correctly."
"Thought?"
Ning Fan felt like crying without tears, realizing he was too naive to rely on Alice, this ditzy girl, again and again.
"How about calling the Duke?"
"Alright."
Alice nodded dejectedly.
