After completely throwing his support behind the Jiufeng Royal Family, the Lord of Rosalin held nothing back. He immediately ordered his men to return to the castle and retrieve the distribution map from when Rosalin was first established. To be safe, he also ordered Kesav—the Knight Captain Brando had encountered earlier by the Qiusangze River. Kesav was one of the last knights to arrive and was secretly rejoicing at having escaped disaster. He was no longer arrogant toward Brando and Huang Huo, instead behaving cautiously and respectfully as he led his knights along, wary of the Ghost Chariot people interfering.
However, he probably understood that the chances of the Ghost Chariot going to such lengths to intercept a distribution map were practically zero. He was only doing this to show an eager willingness to cooperate and adopt a humble attitude.
It had to be said that his attitude satisfied Brando greatly. This Lord of Rosalin did not seem particularly capable, but at least he was sufficiently wise. That was enough.
At times like this, he always preferred wise people.
Kesav and his men soon left, leaving everyone else behind to stand in the cold wind with Brando, Instaron, and the others. Once September passed, even the sea breeze at Rosalin Port seemed dry. The biting wind from the sea stung their faces, but without Brando's approval, hardly anyone present dared show any dissatisfaction.
As the Lord of Rosalin, the broad and well-fed city lord had naturally been pampered in his daily life. Not to mention this unpleasant autumn wind—even slightly bad weather was usually enough to make him unwilling to leave the house. Yet at this moment, his expression seemed to suggest that he was enjoying it immensely. Being able to chat with Brando now and then—or rather, answer Brando's