Jonas's hoarse voice rang out, "Lord Theodore, it's getting cold, you should head back early."
Listening to Jonas's words, Theodore glared at Aiden a few times before withdrawing his gaze and walking toward a distant carriage.
The other two manor lords also glanced at Aiden and, supported by their followers, headed to their respective carriages.
With the sound of carriages being driven away, five carriages left the three-story building and vanished into the night.
On the gravel road outside the town.
The carriages were moving at a steady pace.
Inside the carriage, an oil lamp emitting a faint glow swayed continuously.
The creaking sound of swaying echoed constantly within the carriage.
At this moment, Aiden's face was full of coldness.
His eyes looked through the swaying curtains into the distant darkness.
Until ten minutes later.
He called out to the outside of the window, "Ackman!"
