"Milord, I thought you were going to step in." Kyle stood behind Velin and spoke softly.
Velin smiled at his words. "If they had been ordinary commoners, I might have intervened. But as for wealthy merchants, there's no need. They don't lack potions for treating injuries anyway."
"Alright, let's look around somewhere else."
Having said that, Velin headed straight into the distance.
Kyle quickly followed after him.
As for the four guards left drinking in the tavern, it would not be too late to find them when they returned.
Two hours later, Velin ate grilled skewers while admiring the surrounding architecture and savoring the atmosphere of the bustling market.
Suddenly, the crowd stirred. Large numbers of commoners scattered in all directions, clearing King's Avenue.
Amid the crowd, Velin swallowed the food in his mouth and, like the other commoners, curiously looked north.
Before long, a large number of soldiers appeared on the street. Judging by their scale, there were no fewer than a thousand of them.
Once the army had passed, Velin quickly finished his skewers and prepared to follow them for a look.
Watching his lord disappear, Kyle felt somewhat helpless. Today was supposed to be for gathering intelligence, yet they had gone out sightseeing. Now he was running off to watch a spectacle as well. Honestly...
Forget it. Going to take a look wasn't bad either. It wasn't as if they were in a hurry these next couple of days.
Outside Abigail Manor, hundreds of guards' corpses had been laid out on the stone pavement. Most were missing arms or legs, and few bodies remained intact. It was clear how fierce the battle had been.
Three hundred meters away, numerous young nobles stood watching. They discussed the matter among themselves, speculating about who had done it.
"His Majesty