Hearing Arthur's words, Edwin made a hand gesture to one of his squad leaders.
Immediately, the squad leader jumped onto a cart prepared for this very purpose—the horse had already been unbridled, and the cart, balanced on a wooden box underneath, was similarly stacked with wooden boxes in a bottom-three, middle-two, top-one arrangement.
A temporary watchtower was thus formed.
And the squad leader's eyesight was sufficiently sharp; in just a few seconds of looking, he made everything out clearly.
"It's the nobles, those bastards from the houses of West Berlin and Ainhars!"
The squad leader reported in a low voice.
Arthur clearly heard the squad leader's reference to the Marquess of West Berlin and the Marquess of Ainhars—bereft of any honorifics or titles, and with a tone rich in disdain and insult.
