Not long after arriving at the border, Horn hurriedly returned to Silver Bay City.
It even started raining halfway, so the first thing Saint's Grandson did when he returned to Silver Bay City was to change his clothes.
After putting on a woolen coat that had just been heated, Horn stood by the window, waiting for the strategists to arrive.
It wasn't that the strategists were dawdling, but they were also gathering information and planning simulations.
Outside the window, on the surface of Silver Bay Lake, a dozen fishing boats were slowly returning in the cold rain.
Close by, Silver Bay City was surrounded by a circle of city walls built from rough stone, the walls about two meters high, with sporadic growth of moss and wild grass on top.
The city walls stretched along the lake's shore, one end touching the water, the other extending upward along the hillside, connecting to the distant pine forest.
