The old, rusted city gates slowly opened, and hundreds of heavy cavalrymen poured through. Under the awed gazes of passersby, they formed ranks outside the city, kicking up clouds of dust.
Had Annan and Olmedo been there, they would have recognized the knight from the Royal Capital who had brought the wanted notice. He stood beside the cavalry officer.
Their lances gleamed, their horses wore armor, and their own armor was scored with scratches. Their spirit was fearless.
The bearded cavalry officer, whose dark-gold armor bore a Lion, raised his lance. "Our mission is to attack Star-Moon Bay and capture the rebel King of the North! Let the Royal Capital witness our courage! For Montreal! Loyalty!"
"Loyalty!"
"Move out!"
The Loyal Heavy Cavalry set off on their long ride, leaving a cloud of dust across the road. People entering the city huddled along both sides, coughing as the dust reached them.
Among the column, Charles Vera looked as though he had seen a ghost. He was hauling a cart full of Magic Newspaper.
What happened? Had Bountiful City declared war on the King of the North?
"Boss, what do we do?" His panicked apprentice hurried over.
"Quick, quick... We have to get word to Star-Moon Bay!"
"What's the hurry..."
Krian lay lazily on the stone bed, watching Luoxi pack. "Lord Annan isn't going to stay with us."
"But Lord Annan will see our messy room and think we haven't done a thing since we got here!"
Krian could no longer lie still. He got up to help Luoxi, muttering, "We really haven't done a thing..."
All they had done was carry a Magic Stone around the Fortress and the first few defensive lines to record some footage, then send it back through the Portal that opened once a week...