Though it was already spring, the Northern Territory still had a bone-chilling cold wind that even a thick cloak could not ward off.
"Sir, we're almost there." A knight reined in his horse and quietly reported to the elder at the front of the team.
Bradley nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, silently riding on across the permafrost.
This team traversed the desolate land of the Northern Territory, silent and wordless.
Not because they were without complaints about the task, but out of respect for Bradley.
He was the old steward of Duke Calvin, holding a high position; his status within the Calvin Clan was no less than some noble branches.
Even if the knights had questions, they dared not speak casually in his presence.
Along the way, they passed through several Pioneer Lord territories, all in ruins and desolation.
Even Frost Halberd City, home to the Northern Governor's Mansion, appeared to these Southerners as nothing more than a shabby military outpost.
