Lynn's mind was racing, contemplating the future development plan for the territory.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the mountain forest shrouded in the night.
A cavalry team was moving steadily under the illumination of torches.
The cavalrymen rode under tall, majestic warhorses, clad in silver-white chain armor.
On the chest of the chain armor, as well as the shields they carried on their backs, were prominent white cross symbols.
Under the glow of the torches, they seemed particularly striking.
Perhaps due to the winding forest path, or perhaps out of concern for the dignitary in the carriage.
The forced pace of the team was not fast, which could even be described as a brisk walk.
Inside the lavishly decorated carriage.
A round man leaned against the soft leather seat, eyes closed, seemingly resting.
He wore a dark wool robe, with simple embroidered patterns at the cuffs.
On his shoulder, a finely crafted shoulder cloth.
