It was another ordinary morning when a long trade caravan in a mighty formation, the end of which could hardly be seen, appeared on the avenue and moved toward the south gate.

It slowed down and finally stopped when it was nearly one hundred meters away from the outpost. Justin looked out from the second carriage but was stunned when he failed to spot Moxinke.

"Hey..." Suddenly a voice came. Moxinke stepped out from the same small bar, still with a giant sword on his back. However, this time he was not alone, but was followed by Han Jin, Ronning, and ten more knights.

"Lor... Lord Moxinke?" Justin's face changed dramatically. He had recognized Ronning.

The carriage's curtain was lifted up. Berger stepped out, only to be greeted by several malicious smiles. Even if he was too stupid to see through their expressions, he should have realized what was going on after seeing the uninvited guests.

After a shrill whistle, a well-armed team of knights appeared outside the town and blocked