BOOM!!
Kicking open the door, I rushed outside.
I saw the coachman falling from his horse and a large number of people blocking the carriage.
“Don’t move!!”
The strange thing was that every one of them looked utterly wretched.
Their tattered clothes were caked with dust and mud, while the hunting bows and old farming tools they carried clearly hadn’t been properly maintained in a long time.
On top of that, they looked absolutely starving. Their sunken eyes, deeply hollowed cheeks, and parched skin spoke of how poorly those peasants had been eating.
“...They don’t seem to be in their right minds.”
I said, quickly catching the coachman as the latter was about to fall from his horse.
Even if they hadn’t recognized the crest on the carriage, it was clearly no ordinary carriage, yet they had attacked it...
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