As for where Lady Carian's food comes from?
Though no one cared to ask, that food clearly didn't appear out of thin air...
Just as Thomas stepped off the carriage, the mercenary leader with the flintlock gun approached him.
"Boss, we need to talk."
Guessing what the man wanted to say, Thomas sighed and replied.
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
The mercenary leader immediately said.
"We are a caravan, not a World Relief Army! What I mean is, I only took pay to escort the caravan, I never told my men they'd be protecting an army!"
"I know, and I don't want it either, but what choice do I have?" Thomas replied, frowning.
"Come up with a solution quickly!" The mercenary leader glanced towards the direction outside the camp, his face serious, "With so many people following, I won't even mention the water and food consumption, the problem is we're too conspicuous!"
Looking at the silent caravan boss, he continued in a serious tone.
