Chapter 20

The sun was nearing the peak of the mountain, its light dimming, making the sky turn red. Within the twilight, an odd procession moved along the clear, quiet plains.

A carriage pulled by four steeds was being escorted by a battalion. A dozen knights and priest at the front and back, but only two sets of guards remained with the vehicle.

Yet, the distance between the transport and escorts range from about fifty meters apart. It made it clear they were avoiding whatever’s within the cargo.

The beast pulling it continued to whinny in defiance, fear, and panic. While both guardians seemed to dawdle, barely holding on the reins.

At the very end of the line, two combatants who had survived the rigorous competition in the kingdom a few days before.

“Why do we have to accept such a lowly job?”

Hallor’s face was fuming. It was as if smoke was coming out of his head. And his gaze towards the soldiers was as sharp as knives.

“Be thankful we have one. This will provide us with some coins w
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