Robson and Valentino, along with a group of nobles, hurried to Sirich City.
Robson's plan was to send the main army ahead. He would follow with the mules and horses carrying the military equipment and supplies.
It was a shame the Frankish Nobles weren't accustomed to traveling in comfort; otherwise, Robson could have dismantled a few more of their carriages to haul supplies.
The nobles remaining in Sirich City couldn't possibly give Robson everything. After all, they still had their own army of over twenty thousand, an important war asset in its own right. They couldn't play favorites.
"I'm going to organize the family's Knight Order," Valentino said, looking at Robson doubtfully. "Can you dismantle all those Magic Crystal Cannons by yourself?"
There were as many as fourteen Magic Crystal Cannons in all of Sirich City. It was certainly no easy task.
"Don't worry," Robson said with a smile. "I figured out the mechanics of the castle's ballistae when I was five."
