A large and mighty caravan was traveling along the mountain road to Kapu, looking as though the entire city was migrating. Especially since the majority of people's clothes were made of burlap, it made them look even more like refugees.
Amid the crowd, Martin asked Matthew, "Underneath your burlap robe, is that armor?"
"Yes, it's armor indeed." Saying this, Matthew, sitting on the carriage, turned his face and looked towards George and Erwin not far away, pointing at George he said, "Did you see that? That's a noble."
"A noble?"
"Yes, nowadays it's tough for nobles, revenue from their lands isn't enough to live on anymore, so they've thought of doing business. It's their first time, so they're naturally a bit worried and decided to wear armor. They even forced me to wear it too. It's so heavy."
"Are they afraid of bandits?"
"Probably." Matthew shrugged.
