Chapter 775: A crow's cry in the night
Coffin, one of Herbert's three disciples!
He looked terrible. Bloody whip marks covered his face and body, and his broken leg had not healed. If anything, it looked worse. He needed support just to walk.
Coffin himself was barely alive, offering no resistance as his escorts tossed him into a carriage.
Qin Ran frowned.
As far as he knew, Coffin, Jonna, and Harold should all have left Boer City by now, if not Landon itself.
Did something go wrong?
Watching the carriage, Qin Ran swiftly followed, keeping himself hidden.
Even setting aside the information Coffin knew, their past friendship alone was enough for Qin Ran to choose to rescue him.
Qin Ran scanned the escort.
Apart from the two drivers and the two men inside the carriage, six others guarded it: two in front, two behind, and one on either side.
Each carried a flintlock rifle on his back, with a flintlock pistol and a longsword at his waist.
Their eyes were sharp, their expressions stern.
Even after jogging alongside the carriage for a considerable distance, their expressions remained unchanged and their breathing steady.
Elite soldiers!
Just like the elite troops Qin Ran had seen before.
Yet that made him suspicious.
Did they really need soldiers like these to escort someone as badly wounded as Coffin?
Qin Ran looked around.
The darkness did not obstruct his vision. His SS+ Perception was more than enough to see through ordinary darkness, while his hearing picked up the faintest sounds.
With three bodyguards in tow, Harold crouched low and followed Pierre. The young student's palm was slick with nervous sweat around his flintlock pistol.
Despite all his preparations, when the moment actually arrived, the young student still struggled to adjust.
Worry and unease filled