On the warhorse.
Rose tightly gripped the reins, looking down with interest at the middle-aged man in a coarse wool robe.
Even though his arms were held back by two soldiers, rendering him unable to break free.
But Land, seeing the burly man on the tall horse, remained silent.
Land thought, the other was wary of Viscount Jon Zuck, and continued to shout.
"Release me now, and I can still plead with Master Zok and Viscount Jon Zuck to forgive your crimes!"
Rose couldn't help but smile and asked in return.
"Plead with Zok and Jon Zuck to forgive us?"
Land's tone was firm, "Of course!"
Rose asked again: "Then where do you think we're from?"
Land was just about to speak.
Upon seeing the steel armor worn by Rose and the other riders, something clicked in his mind, and his eyes widened.
Land tentatively asked, "Are you... are you from Morgan Town?"
Rose did not answer Land's question but continued to ask back.
