"Should we disperse these villagers around us?"
Seeing the crowd of villagers gathering on both sides of the road, numbering nearly ten thousand, Hakuto quietly inquired.
Horn shook his head, "No need, just find a few of the Defensive Army to maintain order, and make sure no trampling incidents occur."
"Yes, Your Eminence."
Looking at the Salvation Army's formation slightly shifting, Horn felt that his control over the army had taken another step forward.
He even felt as if the army was a part of his body, as though he could command them effortlessly.
Sitting on the soft cushioned seat of the carriage, Horn lowered his head to look at his calloused hands, lost in thought.
"Brother, look." Jeanne pointed to a place by the roadside not far away, "That's the camp of the Royal Constitution Knights."
