Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 895 - Hidden Apex Power
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 753- Accumulation
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 774: Reformation (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 203 - Do You Think That The 12 Of Us Can't Match Up To Him?
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.04 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 072: Ancestor Mang Shan’s Bitterness
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 160: Salt-stealing Bandit
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 265: Finding a Helper
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.2: Clearwater Mountain - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 247: Blood Addicted Queen
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.1: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 37: The Romain Standard Spear
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 928: Deep Inside the Black Box
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 264: Staying at the Ye Clan
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 752- Self created gold equipment
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 894 - Primordial Dragonoid's Might
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 751- I didn't bring money
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 773: Celebration
“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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