After leaving the Royal Capital, Robson and Valentino led their contingent of soldiers toward the lands beyond the pass.
Along the way, a ceaseless stream of nobles came to pay their respects.
They didn't really have a choice. After all, anyone would panic if over five thousand soldiers suddenly appeared on their lands.
Of course, a few of them were high-ranking local nobles whose Patriarchs, having received news from the Royal Capital, had ordered them to come and forge ties.
Robson's hands grew tired from accepting so many gifts along the journey.
The army hurried along, and after a full half-month of travel, they finally reached Fengman City.
......
"Earl Uman!"
"Sriphine, my old friend! Long time no see!"
Outside Fengman City, a crowd of northeastern nobles had long been waiting. This included Earl Uman and Count Sriphine, who had been at each other's throats just a short while ago.
However, the way everyone was standing was strangely telling.
