CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: FOES AND ALLIES

Under the scorching noonday sun, Elroy trots his horse through a valley of hay, "I know it's been a long day Celsius but I can't let you eat this unhealthy hay, Jacob gave warnings to take good care of you."

Celsius snorts as though it understood Elroy, "I know Celsius, there should be a town after that bridge up ahead," he gazes at the wooden flyover held at bay by thick ropes. "We are going to dig in on r****h soup."

After a while of crossing the long wooden flyover, Elroy trot along a pathway running through a corn field - soon after, they entered a town.

Nacroy was the name of this large town at the boarders of the Western-land, Nacroy was known for their fresh fruits and vegetables; the town was always hectic right from dawn till dusk. Seeing the large crowd Elroy dismounts from Celsius, gently pulling Celsius along by the reins. He continued through the crowd until he got to a red tent vegetable stall, were he stopped to take a good look at the huge, fresh, juicy r****h.

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