Compared with Gilt, who had to consider all sorts of things and worry himself sick over them, Peter was now in a far more exhilarated state.
After all, it had been a long time since he had won a battle.
In Peter's eyes, this was more like a good beginning. Many years ago, he had already decided that as long as he had guns in his hands, he could deal with Fisher and the Smith Party.
And now, it seemed he had been right!
This victorious battle greatly bolstered Peter's confidence, which had still been wavering beforehand.
Gilt watched Peter's transformation. For a moment, he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
He felt that Peter was being a little too optimistic.
But then again, if not for that, under the system of the Smith Kingdom back then, Peter would never have thought of standing up to liberate the slaves and change the system.
After dealing with the postwar affairs and giving the troops a brief rest, they set out on their return journey.
Unexpectedly, they had barely entered the country when something went wrong.
"Look over there! It looks like someone's collapsed!"
At that shout, Peter's troops erupted into a commotion. The soldiers clearing the way ahead hurried over to check the situation.
Once the soldier got a clear look at the person lying on the ground, his expression changed drastically.
"Go inform the lord!"
After receiving the news, Peter and Gilt hurried over from the carriage where they had been resting. One glance was enough to make their expressions change.
"Kapal?! How did he end up here, and how did he suffer such serious injuries?!"
Kapal was one of Peter's trusted lieutenants. He possessed Hundred Refinements Realm strength and was an important combat asset within the Rakshasa