"We're here," Nolan said, peeking out the window.
In the distance, a massive port came into view. It was Trugar Port—one of the largest ports in the eastern region.
It was quite far from the town of Virella, roughly a six-hour journey by horse-drawn carriage.
In truth, the actual distance was much greater, but Elina had spent a large sum building a road to the port.
As a result, the distribution route for merchants heading to the town became far easier and cheaper.
Of course, Nolan had secretly replenished the money she spent. After all, the account Elina used was directly linked to him.
He could freeze or transfer funds to that account whenever he wished.
"It's good that we'll arrive soon. I feel a little nauseous," Evalyn whispered, covering her mouth.
Nolan glanced at her and couldn't help but laugh.
"You're still suffering from motion sickness, just like always, Evalyn. I don't know how you'll manage on the ship later," he said helplessly.
