On the seventh day after Colin awoke, the Dark Cavalry finally set off again.
However, the speed of the army's advance was slow.
So slow that they didn't look like an elite cavalry at all.
This marching speed was quite suitable for Colin, considering his wounds were not completely healed yet.
Raymon had somehow found a flat trolley, put some thatched straw on it as a buffer, and when Colin lay on it, it felt quite comfortable.
The spring sunlight was warm and cozy, making one feel drowsy.
Even Colin, a vampire who didn't like sunlight, slowly began to doze off after a while of lying in the sun.
Despite being in the midst of the Northerners' most elite army, Colin still managed to exude a lazy holiday vibe.
Vera was not nearby.
After all, she was the adopted daughter of the Northern Duke. Even if she had some feelings for Colin, she wouldn't stick around him all the time.
Otherwise, wouldn't she end up being a lapdog?
