Under the leadership of Manor Lord Devant.
A total of four thousand five hundred guards and peasants marched in orderly steps, heading grandly towards the darkness outside the manor estate.
They either held scimitars and longswords or used iron farming tools for cultivation.
Or they raised their torches high to illuminate the dark road ahead.
At the forefront of the team.
Devant, with a solemn expression, sat steadily atop his horse.
His body swayed back and forth continuously with the horse's strides.
Devant's brows furrowed tightly as he turned to glance behind him.
The burning glow of the torches illuminated a sea of unfamiliar faces.
The reason for dispatching all the guards and peasants together.
Was naturally to ensure his personal safety!
All the guards and peasants could die in battle.
Only he, as the Manor Lord, could not!
These four thousand five hundred guards and peasants were not only to showcase the military might possessed by Benitez Manor.
