Whoosh—
With a gust of wind, Aiven landed by the roadside. If he didn't have to consider the girl's fragile body, he could have run even faster.
"Young Master Aiven, what is this?" Hoyl, the coachman who had been waiting by the roadside, immediately jumped off the carriage and greeted Aiven upon his return, though he was puzzled as to why Aiven had brought back a filthy child.
"This child was abducted by traffickers and brought here. Her home is at Mog Farm. Could you please make the trip to send her back?" Aiven said to the coachman, placing the girl down and assuring her not to worry.
"Mog Farm, is it? I know the place. Actually, you need to pass through our Cooper Manor to exit the city and head to Mog Farm.
Young Master Aiven, I suggest letting this, um... young lady stay at Cooper Manor tonight. The roads to Mog Farm in the countryside are not easy to travel at night."
Hoyl immediately agreed and offered his reasonable suggestion.
