Walking in front of their moving carriage, Sylus followed behind Alfred, the black mask covering his face.
As they reached the gate, one of the guards stepped forward, obstructing their path.
"Stop. What do you have in the carriage?" he asked.
"Just a few belongings of ours for a vacation. Nothing else," Alfred replied.
Sylus didn't say a word; he allowed Alfred to handle all the talking.
Judging from the chipped gates and the soldiers' poorly dressed appearance, it was safe to assume they were living in poor conditions.
Even the road that was supposedly meant to lead into the city of Liyue had potholes all over.
The maintenance was that bad.
"Then why is that friend of yours covering his face? He should remove it if he wants to pass. We need to confirm he's not a criminal."
Sylus took a slight step back.
'Alfred, any time now…'
