CH752 Assassins And An Overeager Weretiger
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"Good work, Leader. Your mastery of House Skywalker's sword art has improved once again. Soon, no one will be able to doubt or fault your cover," Saul said.
"The Skywalkers have been gone for a hundred years. Does anyone even remember their sword art anymore?" Alex shrugged.
"Do not underestimate this, Leader," Saul cautioned. "There will no doubt still be people alive who recognise the sword art. Even if there aren't, there will certainly be records that speak of it."
Alex nodded, finding Saul's reasoning sound.
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About an hour later, the group had finished sweeping the battlefield and resumed their journey towards the beating heart of the Frontier March—or at least whatever remained of it.
A few hours later, the convoy drew close enough to their destination that even Senu, soaring high above, could make out the outline of the settlement in the distance.
