Taking Back What I Said Earlier

"Nalant, there's no need to bring your girls along!" When Nalant had changed into formal attire and was about to gather Vivian, Sherry, and the other girls, the two immediately spoke up to stop him.

Nalant rolled his eyes. Looking at them now, he finally understood why the two had dressed so flamboyantly. They were clearly planning to go get laid.

In the end, Nalant only brought his personal guards as he left the camp with the two men.

The three rode forward on tall horses, with camps from other Earl Territories lining both sides. Traveling down the main road in the middle, it actually felt as though they had entered a marketplace.

Especially since many nobles' guards were serfs who had only just been recruited, and the nobles themselves were lax in controlling their men. There was practically no military discipline to speak of.

As a result, forget bearing themselves like soldiers—with their ragged coarse linen clothes and their disheveled, dust-covered faces after more than ten days on the road, they looked exactly as if they had arrived at the Beggars' Sect headquarters.

Following the crowd onward, Nalant and the others soon reached the center of the camp.

There was an enormous open space here, large enough to fit four or five football fields. Yet to everyone's surprise, it was now packed with people, and the din shook the heavens.

Because a marketplace had actually formed here, with merchant caravans everywhere around it.

As they walked, the clamor of soldiers and the cries of hawkers mingled together. What made Nalant's eyes nearly pop out even more was the sight of quite a few scantily clad women by the roadside, striking seductive poses and casting flirtatious glances at passersby.

"Haha, Nalant, never seen anything like this before, have you?" Boris