They drew the swords at their waists, ready to rescue Alan.
But were quickly stopped by the soldiers led by Rose.
The two merchant teams together had nearly forty armed guards.
Naturally, Rose wouldn't let them rampage through the territory.
A fleeting trace of fear flashed in Alan's eyes.
A smile quickly appeared on his face, "Cousin Grayson, what nonsense are you talking about? I was just having a casual chat with Master Lynn!"
Grayson glanced at Alan and finally withdrew the dagger from his neck.
"That would be best!"
Alan grinned, reaching his right hand to the painful spot on his neck.
He put his hand down and saw a stain of crimson on his palm.
Alan didn't care at all, taking out a piece of silk and pressing it against his neck.
He spoke to Lynn, "Master Lynn, I'll be off now, next time I'll bring you the needed warhorse!"
Lynn nodded.
Alan didn't linger any longer, heading towards the guards at the back.
