"Connelly Manor... relies on your steadfast defense."
Walter and Land quickly bowed their heads in response.
Zock didn't waste any words, leaning back and settling comfortably on the soft cushioning of the carriage.
His right arm again wrapped around the maid's waist, resting between her legs.
His gaze shifted, and Zock glanced at a treasure chest placed beneath the cushion. He instructed the coachman.
"Depart."
With Zock's instructions, the coachman immediately began to drive the horses ahead.
Amidst the sound of the whip cracking.
The horses, feeling the pain, neighed and then set off, stretching their legs wide.
From a brisk trot to a full run after picking up speed.
Escorted by six guards holding torches, the carriage drove into the darkness outside the manor estate.
Until the carriage was completely swallowed by darkness.
It was only then that Walter and Land withdrew their gaze.
Land's gaze shifted, glancing at Walter.
Imitating Zock's previous tone, he said.
