"By the way! Where are Grand Duke Aurelian and his family's Sword Saint?" Roland suddenly remembered the two most important people. After all, Caslo and the others had acted because of them. Otherwise, the Kingdom's Dragon Knights escorting them would never have crossed the Swift River!
"Didn't see them! I suppose they ran off!" Maple Forest Youlan froze for a moment before answering uncertainly.
"Suppose?" Roland's eyelid twitched. That tone was downright unsettling! If those two fell into the Nazgûl's hands, Roland's reputation would be ruined for life... Without a doubt, when future "historians" dug up this period of history, they would definitely pin all kinds of filth on Roland. Intolerant of others, narrow-minded—then they would wrap it all up and award him the rare title of Tyrant!
"When we went there, we found no trace of them. And with the fighting that intense... they couldn't possibly be idiots, could they?" Maple Forest Youlan's face was full of bewilderment. Those two had once been guards stationed on the Great Wall! They had enough judgment to read the situation. After all, Imperial nobles might treat Imperial citizens like people, but when it came to other races and enemies, they were rather far from anything deserving the word human...
One had to know that the Empire's pioneering nobles were infamous for stopping at nothing! The territorial nobles who inherited their legacy had carried that tradition forward with even greater vigor! These people had done plenty of guerrilla warfare when losing and looting when winning! Good people could never become nobles. When it came to judging the situation, Imperial nobles had practically maxed out their skill tree. If they had a Mount and Blade character sheet, it would be full of Politics +5 and +3. As an old saying went: those who know