"My lord? Earl?"
"Patriarch?"
"Patriarch, please, just have one bite."
Just as Robson was emerging from the pass, Earl Uman's forces had finally escaped danger.
During the retreat, Earl Uman had been in a state of shock, muttering to himself the entire time.
It was Earl Uman's unassuming younger brother, Wulan, who, despite his usually simple and naive appearance, had handled everything with perfect order during the crisis, leading the army in a safe retreat to the mountains.
"You can go for now."
Just as the personal guard was about to continue pleading with the Earl, Wulan walked over.
"Brother, what's going on with you? Why are you just sitting here?
The entire army is up ahead waiting for your command. What is the meaning of this?" Wulan frowned as he looked at his older brother.
