Waving his hand behind him, he directly boarded the train.
He wrote 'Holt City' on the itinerary, waited a few seconds, but the door did not close.
This proved that the train did not record this location.
He had no choice but to write 'Lopaz City', the door closed, and the train entered the void.
In the afternoon, the train arrived at the outskirts of Lopaz City. After confirming a direction with the city guards, he rode a motorcycle toward the target city.
…
Holt City, local association, conference room.
Around the long table in the room, local association members were seated, with a human swordsman, more than 40 years old, bearded, and resolute-faced, at the head.
Leather armor and boots, with a longsword hanging at his waist.
It was the local steward, the person in charge of this event.
