On the morning of September 26th, at Xing 5 Camp, all the humans, Beastmen, several magic beasts, and supplies seized the previous night had been transferred here.
Netherland Wilson closed the Magic Mirror, went downstairs to the first-floor courtyard, and summoned the cavalrymen to move all the Beastmen and humans from the previous night eastward. As Landen had just instructed him, local Hindukush tribes were to remain in the forest passage for as short a time as possible.
The cavalrymen and knights of the Hunter Corps were still immersed in the joy of victory. Some sang Barbarian tunes, some stood watch over great pots waiting for breakfast to be ready, while others had run over to Williers Gallop's tribe to preach about the present strength and prosperity of the Gallop Tribe and Night-Kirin City.
Most of them had followed Landen across the plains since last autumn, watching him build his present domain from a mere dozen people. To them, the Beastman and Barbarian tribes from last night were not much different. At a single order from Landen, they would dare sweep across the entire basin.
By contrast, Williers' territory residents were all dusty and dejected, their spirits utterly drained. They listened blankly as the Barbarians boasted extravagantly, unable to believe that this Gallop Family force, which seemed to have appeared from nowhere, actually dared regard the Beastmen's combat strength as an equal.
Williers' people were miners through and through. From childhood to adulthood, they had never undergone even a single session of swordsmanship training. Landen could not possibly let such people join the Knights or remain in the Hunter Corps.
Netherland found Williers Gallop silently drinking meat soup. His eyes were vacant; he still had not recovered from the shock of escaping Beastman control. He merely lifted the bowl to