He is a traveling merchant from another world, pulling his carriage and walking leisurely on the road...
In a different world, there are swords and magic, faith and war. The gods aloft ignore the cries of the unbelievers below the clouds, and the believers who immerse themselves in prayer laugh at the silent clay sculptures high in the sky.
He did not choose to pick up a weapon and become a mercenary, nor did he raise a staff to become a mage. He just bought a carriage and traveled around with goods to listen to and see the various scenery in the world.
From the golden waves of wheat to the snow-capped north, he passed by bustling cities with bustling people, walked through vast mountains with no people inhabited, witnessed the generous historical songs of mankind, witnessed the cruel and ferocious land of orcs, and listened to the elegant and noble voices of elves.
The journey was long, and he continued to pull up the reins and set off toward the distance.
