Returning Home for a Reunion

In the afternoon, a troop of cavalry raced along the highway that ran through the Two Rivers Territory. Though the pedestrians on the road did not know where this group of cavalry had come from, their attire made it obvious that they were the territory's elite.

The travelers on the road had no choice but to move aside in advance. The cavalry thundered past, kicking up dust that forced those who had stepped aside to cover their mouths and noses. Only after the cavalry had gone far away did they lower their hands.

A traveling merchant sitting in a carriage complained, "Damn it, are they racing to their deaths? Why are they riding so fast?"

"Where is that unit from? Don't they know the lord forbids the army from disrupting normal production and business activities during peacetime?"

"Once I reach Wood Fort Town, I'll file a complaint with the Government Affairs Office. I'm an official supplier with a contract with the territory. Their commander must apologize to me!"

At that moment, one of the guards beside him seemed to freeze. Although public safety in the Two Rivers Territory was excellent, merchants from the Northlands generally did not operate in only one territory. They often had to cross the wilderness to seek out barbarian tribes or even other nobles' territories, so they had no choice but to hire several guards.

This guard under the merchant was said to have once served in the private army of a Northern Frontier noble. Later, because of the civil war, he had grown tired of military life and left the army, after which the merchant hired him. Even after leaving the military, he had always enjoyed recounting his past wartime experiences.

Because of that background, the merchant had appointed him captain of the caravan's guards