Hobart had memories of horsemanship in his mind, but he was a little rusty from "not riding for a long time." Still, as long as he did not gallop at full speed, there would be no problem riding slowly.
Leading the horse, Shier said excitedly, "I didn't expect a knight who could fight a monster alone to be thrown to the ground so easily by Lord!
"Lord, if I am fortunate enough to receive your favor in the future and you teach me Combat Skill, can I become as formidable as you?"
Hobart smiled. "You can, but you must be mentally prepared. If there is an opportunity, I'll test your psychological endurance. If you have talent in that regard, I'll make you my Captain of the Guard someday!"
Shier gestured excitedly with his hands and feet. He tried hard to restrain himself, managing to look a little more composed, though he still could not help secretly grinning.
Hobart's territory was divided by a small mountain range. On this side of the mountains were Jeffrey Town, eight villages, and Duke Knight's territory.
On the other side of the mountains were another five villages, as well as Louis Knight's territory.
The mountain range in the middle was relatively gentle, and there was a stretch of flat land at its summit, where three more villages stood.
"Lord, it's getting late. Let's go to the mountaintop and the other side tomorrow." Shier hesitated before saying, "To get to the other side of the mountain, we have to, have to pass the old church."
Hobart nodded. "The murderer of Wright Viscount, the so-called 'Lord,' lives there, correct?"
Shier said, "Yes. They're a group of bandits. Not only do they disregard whether we live or die, they desperately tax us as well."
Hobart grunted. "We'll leave