"Help!"
"Murder!!!"
Joshua, who was "assassinated," fortunately managed to twist open the carriage door handle, but his collar was grabbed by Leon from behind. Despite struggling several times, he couldn't break free. In his desperation, he could only struggle tirelessly while shouting for help.
The carriage driver, not being deaf, naturally couldn't remain unresponsive to such a racket in the carriage.
Hearing the guest's calls for help, he quickly slowed down and stopped. Then he opened the small window between the driver's seat and the carriage, cautiously poking his head in for a look.
"Gentlemen... what are you doing?"
"Nothing."
After covering Joshua's mouth with his hand, Leon replied calmly looking back:
"We're just playing around. You can keep going... What's wrong with your face?"
Huh?
The carriage driver was taken aback by the question, then reached out with a metal hand like a round ball to touch his somewhat rusty face, full of confusion, and said:
