The Task of the Detachment

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

After securing their food supplies, the Plains Walkers quickly set out toward Nazumah to carry out their sweep as a detachment.

Meanwhile, after resolving the supply issue, the quartermaster was preparing a report for Jarvan IV. Yet it remained only a draft—he simply had no idea how to report the facts without making himself sound like he was talking nonsense.

In his eyes, this unit was strange in every way. Not only was its morale high and its preparations thorough, but somehow, in just three days, it had bought hundreds of camels and three Skarrashes!

Those beasts were expensive, but Freljord had been wealthy in recent years, so their lavish spending wasn't all that surprising.

What truly baffled the quartermaster was that he couldn't figure out where the unit had bought the beasts in the first place.

With war seemingly just around the corner, large beasts were not only expensive but also in short supply. He had started buying them long ago, but the merchants of Uzeris were shrewder than monkeys. After the caravan incident, they had deliberately reduced the number of large beasts they sold on the market. As a result, he had managed to buy only ten Skarrashes and fewer than three thousand camels.

And it had already been over a month!

Yet the Northern People had only just arrived in Uzeris, and somehow they'd found a reliable source within three days. Then they'd simply bought a third of what he had, without him hearing so much as a whisper about it. He'd only realized there was a problem after seeing them set out!

Inconceivable. There was no other word for it.

If he simply reported, in a matter-of-fact tone, that the Plains Walkers had acquired enough beasts and