Just then, Horne suddenly said to James, "Viscount James, please allow me to leave the city for a moment."
At first, James did not understand, but when he saw Horne staring fixedly at the place where that group had stopped in the distance, he suddenly realized something.
He nodded. "How about this, Horne? Take some men and go at once, but do not take too many, or it will be slow getting through the city gate.
Be careful. The moment the enemy sends people over, retreat immediately. Those things are not important—your safety is."
Horne looked moved. He nodded to James and said, "Rest assured, Viscount James. I know what I'm doing.
I've escaped from the Iron Bone Tribe's hands more times than I can count. They won't be able to catch me."
With that, Horne quickly went downstairs. Within minutes, the side gate of the fortress opened, and Horne led around a hundred trusted riders charging out from the Border Fortress.
They rode swiftly across the filled-in moat and rushed straight toward the place where the discarded items lay.
At that moment, the Barbarian Main Camp in the distance seemed to notice something as well and began to stir.
James and the others immediately looked through their telescopes and saw that several hundred Dire Wolf Guard soldiers from the group that had just returned were rushing toward the place where Heshima had been.
James said to those around him, "It seems they discovered they left behind something important and are trying to retrieve it. Unfortunately, Horne got there before them!"
Everyone turned their eyes toward Horne. He and his Cavalry charged straight at the pile of belongings, ignoring the armor and weapons scattered across the ground. His target was that bearskin robe.
Upon seeing the robe, Horne did not