"Master, should we retreat back to Dorott first?" Master Fran asked cautiously.
"I can't bear to give up so easily." The Earl shook his head in frustration, gazing across the river, where all he desired was within reach, separated only by the Sanggan River and a group of incredibly dangerous river soldiers.
Beamon warriors across the river roared in cheers, and countless warriors began to climb aboard the vine boats and bamboo rafts once again, preparing to counterattack.
The Earl watched, dazed, as the Beamon warriors began to paddle. It was only then that he realized it was true.
Such a good deal? The Earl rolled his eyes incredulously.
