Kant led his team and rode closer.
The horseshoes struck the sand with a dull sound. It was like the muffled thunder of winter. The group of people from the trade caravan kept retreating. Even the guards of the trade caravan, who were holding their weapons, subconsciously lowered their weapons.
Facing over a hundred heavy cavalry soldiers with horses and heavy armors, no one dared to provoke them.
Not to mention that they were right in front of them.
120 Sarrandian horsemen and 240 desert bandits were not to be trifled with!
The heads of the merchants who had led the trouble were drenched in cold sweat. They looked at each other, wanting the others to go up and explain to Kant. However, there was more fear in their eyes and an uncontrollable panic on their faces.
No one would have thought that the plan that could have been discussed and negotiated would suddenly change.
As a lord.
Kant, who had the identity of a baron, showed up.
