The next day, Micah ordered his people to move, they would travel along the riverbank until its estuary and this, of course, invited more complaints from the royal beta.
"You were not serious when you ordered us to move to the estuary, right? It will take more than three days and we will be so long behind the schedule to go to the next village. It will take us almost a week to go back." Jaxon couldn't hide his frustration. He seemed to have forgotten how Micah had almost killed him last night for his complaint.
Micah turned around and faced his royal beta, both of them were standing next to the river right now, while the other people were preparing for their departure.
"What can you do if we return now? Can my presence alone cure the plague?"
"Your presence can make those people calmer, knowing that their king is there for them."
