At dawn, urgent hoofbeats rang out like thunder, drawing nearer from afar and shattering the silence.
At one window, the curtains were drawn aside, and someone looked down.
Amid the crowd, a squadron of fifty cavalrymen galloped past.
Every cavalryman wore leather armor. At their center was a knight clad head to toe in knightly armor, with a plumed helmet upon his head.
Fifty-one riders passed through the streets, their hoofbeats falling almost in unison. Their frosty gazes and awe-inspiring killing intent fully displayed the power of the Knight Order.
"Set up checkpoints on the main routes!" a knight ordered.
"Yes!" Before long, wooden barricades had been erected. Naturally, the city guards were responsible for inspections, while the cavalry watched several stretches of road like tigers eyeing their prey.
A moment later, a carriage approached along the main road, bearing a crest on its body.
From a distance, a city guard raised his hand to signal for the carriage to stop for inspection. The guards behind him stepped forward as well, vaguely forming a battle formation.
With a neigh, the carriage came to a halt.
The coachman glanced at the captain of the guard, climbed down, and said, "We belong to Gentleman Hayisi. Gentleman Hayisi is inside."
When impoverished nobles arrived at Far-Sail Port, they were generally granted the title of "squire."
This rank had formed the gentleman class.
As descendants of nobles, they possessed money. Though they had lost their lands and social standing, they still ranked only below the nobility.
As a social stratum of the middle tier, this gentleman class had gradually become a force in its own right.
Ordinarily, a captain of the city guard would not inspect people of this sort. But this time was different. He said, "Open the door. Let me have a