Rose’s body pivoted, looking back at the cavalry and guard peasants behind him, he shouted.
"Everyone, immediately increase your speed."
"Strive to return to Morgan Town before nightfall."
"Lord Lynn is waiting for our triumphant return!"
As Rose’s words fell, a series of loud responses echoed.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Rose nodded in satisfaction, exerting force with his legs, he squeezed the belly of the warhorse beneath him.
The horse, understanding the power, instantly began to increase the frequency of its strides, accelerating forward.
Behind Rose, the marching formation also began to accelerate.
The sound of horse hooves and footsteps pounded continuously across the vast expanse of farmland.
After marching rapidly for an hour,
Rose, riding on the warhorse, gazed into the distance.
At the end of his line of sight, he could already see the forest filled with trees towering over ten meters high.
Teams of figures stood at the edge of the forest.
Some stood, some sat on the ground, resting and waiting.
From the armor of those soldiers, Rose could clearly discern.
They were Wesley leading the archers and heavy infantry!
Rose once again urged the team behind him to quicken their pace.
A short while later,
Rose and Wesley finally completed their rendezvous at the forest edge.
...
On the other side of Alba Town.
Two carriages, escorted by guards riding horses, emerged from two manor estates.
Traveling across gravel and muddy roads, they finally met at the junction of two roads.
The two carriages did not halt because of this.
Instead, tacitly, the coachmen continued to drive the carriages.
Heading towards the three-story manor estate in the distance.
A dozen minutes later.
The two carriage teams entered the open square in front of the three-story manor estate.
Amidst the ’whoa’ of held horses,
The horses and carriages gradually reduced their speed.
Finally stopping in the open square.
At the manor estate’s entrance,
Lorenzo stood upright.
He watched as two middle-aged men, dressed in fine silk robes, stepped down from the carriage compartments, assisted by their guards, crossing the wooden steps.
As Lady Helena’s Guard Captain,
Lorenzo naturally knew.
These were the manor lords of Brick Manor from Orlando Manor and Alex Manor from Kennedy Manor.
After the two manor lords stood steadily on the ground and adjusted their attire,
Lorenzo then stepped forward to greet them.
This perfect timing of waiting.
Not only avoided seeing the manor lords’ disheveled clothing, giving them enough respect,
but also demonstrated the Wells Manor’s decorum in treating guests with neither arrogance nor servility.
Coming before the two manor lords, Lorenzo slightly bowed, respectfully addressing,
"Lorenzo thanks you both on behalf of Lady Helena for coming."
The short yet rotund Brick, his eyes swept over Lorenzo, spoke sharply.
"Spare me the pleasantries, just take us to see Helena!"
The robust Alex beside him nodded in agreement.
"Brick is right."
Lorenzo smiled slightly, without any unnecessary words, raised his right hand in a gesture of invitation.