The next day, at the border of Maple Leaf City.
Kuchi's caravan advanced quickly, loaded with valuable goods. The horses' hooves clattered pleasantly on the bluestone road. The transcendent knight Gareth rode on a beautiful black tournament horse.
"So many potions—Baron Adrian is loaded." Gareth eyed the carriage enviously, as if hearing the clinking of crystal potion bottles colliding. "If I had a crate of potions, I could easily advance to a third-tier knight."
He'd been stuck at the peak of second-tier for two years, but with fewer wars lately, no chance to make big money—so he boredly served as a caravan guard.
"Damn it!" A curse suddenly came from the carriage. Gareth jumped, staring at it for a long time. Confirming Kuchi hadn't emerged, he sighed in relief, thinking his mutter had been overheard.
Kuchi's face was ashen as he cursed: "Why the hell did you provoke the baron?"
