"Mercenaries, halt!"
The attendant at the entrance of the large house stopped the three hired cavalrymen approaching with a contemptuous tone.
"Hmm?" The Spear Knight, hearing the call, looked up to see several mercenaries had arrived at the entrance of the large house.
One of them was carrying a plate laden with eggs, bread, and cheese, which was quite a feast.
Beside him, two others, one carrying a water jug and the other a small barrel of liquor.
"What are you lot doing here?" The Knight, without getting up, asked the three mercenaries in a proud and lofty tone.
"...Baron fears the girl might be hungry, and asked us to bring some food and drink along."
Azeryan, carrying the plate, tried to relax his tone, bowed respectfully, and fortunately, the helmet and mask concealed the noble youth's tension at the moment.
