Arthur noticed Jimte's gaze immediately.
He instantly frowned inwardly.
There was something very strange about the way the man looked at him.
That excitement was definitely not something someone should feel upon seeing a stranger!
Yet Arthur was certain he had never met this man!
While Arthur was still puzzling over it, Jimte swung down from his horse. The Marquis of West Berlin's envoy walked briskly to the ravine, removed his wide-brimmed hat adorned with a large spray of white feathers, and spread his arms level with his shoulders, exposing his chest beneath his blue everyday attire.
The moment Jimte dismounted, the caravan members' gun barrels shifted subtly toward the noble envoy.
Now, with his arms spread, Jimte almost seemed to be welcoming those gun barrels.
"I come on behalf of the Marquis of West Berlin!
I mean you no harm!
I am only here to visit Mr. Arthur Credos!"
Jimte stood there and called out with a smile.
His soft-featured face was naturally amiable. Coupled with his fair skin and the smile he wore, it made winning over strangers easy.
Arthur and Edwin, however, remained wary.
Smiling was nothing remarkable.
But anyone who could smile while over a hundred flintlocks were aimed at him was certainly no ordinary person.
Especially when he remained so composed throughout. That alone suggested he was confident he had the situation firmly in hand.
Edwin could not help looking toward Arthur.
Arthur gave a slight nod, his expression calm.
Although the man's gaze puzzled him, this scene was already a step in his plan. Naturally, he would not change course.
Once Arthur nodded, Edwin waved a hand.
The caravan members in the middle immediately lowered their flintlocks and cleared a path.
Without the slightest hesitation, Jimte strode forward.
Behind Jimte, however, the Marquis of