Walter hurried over from the farm. Farms and the town were always connected. After all, eggs, milk, and grains needed to be transported, and semi-finished products like wool also had to be sent to the town for spinning.
As for the town, they needed to send over essential goods like salt.
He had handled a large delivery of supplies last night. Though he didn't believe the excuse of a victory feast to celebrate the eradication of bandits, he still recognized the signature.
Initially, he thought this Lord was just fond of grand gestures, celebrating the killing of a few bandits with such fanfare. He had never expected that the Lord, with only thirty recruits, could eradicate over a hundred bandits—such a terrifying feat.
According to the messenger, the street was piled with bodies. It took over a dozen trips with large wagons to remove them all, and even after washing for two hours, the ground was still stained blood-red.
