The carriage rolled slowly along the cobblestone street, the sound of the wheels scraping against the ground exceptionally crisp in the afternoon air. Armand, dressed in a crisp butler's uniform and holding a long whip, skillfully guided the fine steed. Passersby cast curious and puzzled glances at the carriage, but as the curtain dropped, their curiosity faded, and they resumed their daily routines.
Inside the carriage, the interior was luxurious yet elegant. Fangsheng leaned back against the soft cushions, facing Desmond, using his words to soothe the other's emotions. "You probably already know who I'm taking you to see. There's no need to be nervous. You just need to recount the massacre in the town. Remember, you don't need to exaggerate. White Dragon will judge the rest on his own."
A flash of complex emotion crossed Desmond's eyes as he listened. He looked straight at the youth with black hair and dark eyes, who appeared to be roughly his own age, while his fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the seat as if seeking comfort for his state of mind.
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