"Vicente? Manteo? Is everyone alright?"
"Except for a stiff neck from sleeping in the cart last night, I'm fine! No, I feel refreshed!"
"I'm sorry for being late, Mr. Nemo. The villagers kept asking us to stay a little longer..."
"It's fine. That's also part of winning people's hearts. Everyone has worked hard."
Soon, the scattered colleagues returned one by one.
When I checked the personnel, I was finally relieved to find no one missing or injured. None of the Virginians had died because of me.
In terms of material loss, the Porter had flown away along with my carefully built camper, but... it wasn't a big deal since I wasn't touring alone anyway, and the Porter originally moved at the same pace as the other carts.
My life had just become slightly less comfortable.
Sigh, what a pity.
My cozy bedroom where I could see the stars, a mobile kitchen and workshop—all that effort spent over months to build the camper had gone to waste...
Well, can't be helped.
