Viscount Garcia's carriage traveled on the main road from Black Mountain Town to Chevron Town.
He sat in the carriage, calm and composed, dressed in a Cyart military uniform, his expression stern, with his strong, rough hands resting on his knees, making him look very resolute and upright.
The carriage gradually came to a stop, and Viscount Garcia stretched out his hand to draw back the curtain, looking towards the not-too-distant thicket of woods and coldly issued a command to the family soldiers outside.
"According to the report, there should be a bandit camp around here. Search the area."
When the family soldiers returned, he calmly asked, "Did you find any traces?"
The soldiers of the Garcia family looked at the silent wilderness road and all shook their heads; they didn't know if anyone was there, having searched for a long time without finding any signs.
His deputy said, bowing his head, "No, Lord Viscount, this place doesn't seem like it harbors bandits."
