The sun rose and set.
After a whole night and day of clamoring, Shatterstone Town became merry again during the evening.
The townspeople were deep in discussion when they saw the 50 warhorses and the loot on the carts.
Although the latter was covered with cloth, as long as one wasn't an idiot, they would know what was underneath the cloth.
Volgen was standing on the main road of the town, receiving Holler's triumphant return. His vigilant gaze was sizing up his surroundings uncontrollably.
"Don't worry Volgen. We have enough time, at least a day!" Holler said.
"A day… We have too little manpower. Even though I've handpicked some trustable mercenaries, they are no more than 10. Plus our original number, we barely increased our numbers back to the original civilian troop amount."
The young captain was looking worried about the situation.
