Hobart lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. The battle just now had been too swift and intense, and the enemy's main force had escaped. They would certainly become a hidden danger in the future.
He recalled the intelligence Harvey Hayden had provided. The ones who had ambushed him tonight should have been the Cold Night Squad, while the other two mercenary squads should have already arrived as well.
Those battle-hardened mercenary squads should have been roughly equal in skill. As long as an ambush—or rather, an assassination—failed, they would immediately withdraw and wait for another opportunity.
In truth, they were not merely waiting for another opportunity. They were also putting immense psychological pressure on their target, forcing the target to expend energy while remaining constantly on guard.
Hobart believed he should take the initiative. Even if he could not find where they were hiding, he could not let them live too comfortably.
As for how to deal with the mercenaries' future attacks, Hobart was not worried. Today, in order to incorporate the Ocean Pendant into his fighting style, he had not used Order Wood from the very start, nor had he used the Spirituality Connection Wine Cup's ability, which consumed an enormous amount of spirituality.
Thus, Hobart had not fully exposed his strength. When the Cold Night Squad attacked him again, they would discover that the tactics they had studied for so long could not effectively harm Hobart.
As he thought, Hobart finally grew sleepy.
Unfortunately, Fors had ultimately returned to Backlund. Half asleep, Hobart caught the lingering fragrance on the blanket and fell into a deep sleep.
"Get up!" Fors had returned to the Lord's Manor early. After staying here for several days, she felt that Backlund was nothing but an ice cave.
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