Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 213: They Found Us!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 394: Settling Old Scores
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 236: Heartache of the Mechagod, The Last Queen of the Vampires
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 067.1: King Arthur: Excalibur! Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3708: The Spelling of Disaster
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 11: Dry Duck vs. Dry Duck
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 212: Scrape All Of the Martial Arts Legacies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 705- King Ghost Kill
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 868 - Holy City Shaken
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 704- We do our own thing
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 755: The Cloud Ancestor
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 176 - One Against Five
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
“Lord Roel, I think that we should rest for the day.”
“…”
While the group was rushing back to Tark Stronghold, the knight captain hesitated for a long while before galloping forth to raise a suggestion with Roel. The latter glanced backward and saw weary faces behind him. The sky had already started to darken by then, prompting him to think twice.
For two days straight, the anxious Roel had traveled with the Theocracy’s Third Knight Order without the slightest rest. With their superior steeds, disciplined knights, and relentless charge, they were to cover a distance that would have otherwise taken any other unit five days.
Naturally, that came at a price. Roel and the knights were still able to hold on, but the steeds they rode on were reaching their limits. On top of that, the sun was already starting to set. Traveling at night was already dangerous enough as it was; doing so in the eastern border, where the deviants were active, was practically courting death.
There were many reasons for them to rest, but Roel’s worry refused to allow him to slow his footsteps. He gave the matter some thought before asking the knight captain.
“How long more before we arrive at Tark Stronghold?”
“We are just a few hours away, but we won’t be able to enter the stronghold tonight.”
“Why?”
“Tark Stronghold’s gates are locked at night. Even if we reach there, we’ll have to wait outside the fortress walls. It’d be better for us to first rest at a nearby town and complete our journey tomorrow.”
“Hmm…”
Roel carefully weighed his options before approving the knight captain’s suggestion. Thus, the group of them began to slow down their pace.
Since they weren’t able to enter the fortress, it would be much better for them to rest up for the night. It was likely that he would have a lot of work to do in the days to come anyway.
Roel subconsciously touched his chest, where he had placed Prince Kane’s letter. He felt a tinge of warmth in his heart.
The fact that Nora required his help showed that he was one of her pillars of mental support. He would be
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