Clop! Clop!
The sound of horse hooves pulling a carriage behind them could be heard.
The horse-drawn carriage headed toward the western gate security checkpoint.
After a two-minute inspection, the carriage left the city and headed west toward the capital.
Inside, Merlin sat comfortably, watching the scenery outside the window.
"Finally, we can get out of that city," he whispered with relief.
He felt that if they stayed another day or two, their identities would definitely be discovered. That was why he insisted on leaving today.
Sitting across from him, Luna stared at him carefully, as if she wanted to say something but didn't dare.
Merlin noticed this and turned his gaze to her.
"What's wrong? If you want to say something, just say it," he said calmly.
Luna swallowed, glanced at the coachman, and asked softly, "What did you do to the coachman? Earlier, he seemed to realize our identities, but suddenly he became respectful toward you. Did you cast a spell on him?"
