This was the third day since leaving Glafelden. I didn't know how far we'd come. What was clear was we were getting closer to the goal, namely Arnest City. By now, we had arrived at the mountainside after passing through the meadow.
According to an old map I bought from a roadside merchant, Arnest City should be behind the Northern Latitude Mountains. In a world without advanced technology like GPS, maps and compass were the most important determining direction.
The making of maps in this world was made with the ancient art of cartography. Usually, explorers drew places they had visited on paper. I was quite amazed when I saw a map of the Elvian region on sale. That means whoever made this map had come to Elvian territory. Either coming with permission or sneaking in like us, but we were on the right track thanks to him.
"This map is quiteaccurate," said Dimas as he looked at the compass and matched it with themap laid on the ground. "If we pass the top of this mountain, the cityshould already be seen."
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