"The Big Horn River stretches over seventy kilometers within Wolfton territory, with vast uninhabited wastelands all along its banks. How could Lieutenant Montagne alone possibly manage such a lengthy riverway?"
"Although the river is long, there are only three fording places."
"But even those three crossings are at least twenty kilometers apart from each other, with the northernmost one being over forty kilometers away from here. A round trip would take an entire day, though it is closer to Blackwater Town." The old monk spoke with veiled sharpness, "If you believe that Lieutenant Montagne alone can handle this band of smugglers, why then, have you brought your elite subordinates here with you?"
Colonel Castor was at a loss for words.
At this moment, a large number of people rushed from the estate. The farmers harvesting tobacco leaves also noticed something unusual at the estate's entrance.
