230 Invitations_1
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In May in the North Territory, it's the season of ample rainfalls.
Though it was midday, the sky was shrouded with dark clouds, with no sunlight in sight. The surroundings were as dim as evening. Even the most inexperienced traveler would know that a storm was imminent.
Colin gazed up at the overhead clouds and ordered the Knight Logh beside him, "This rain should be heavy. Let the soldiers set up camp here. We'll see how things go after lunch."
"Yes, Viscount sir!"
Just as Knight Logh left following the orders, Colin felt a chill on his forehead.
The rain was here.
Colin dismounted and headed towards the carriage nearby.
As soon as he mounted the wooden stairs, the carriage door was opened. A charming face, half-angered and half-delighted, invited Colin into the carriage.