On the third night of the trade caravan’s expedition, the group had just stopped to set up camp when Barrack sent out his guards to patrol the surroundings of the campsite.
The guards were all wearing brown leather armor sewn together from several layers of cowhide. This was enough to stop the attacks of the average bladed weapon. At the very least, it would be very difficult for the average attacker to immediately cause them fatal injuries while they wore the leather armor.
After Barrack was sent away by Milo, he returned a second time.
He said to Melgor in a serious tone, “Your Excellency Lord Melgor, I have to be honest. I’m currently facing some danger. But at the same time, I also understand something very clearly. Although the enemy you’re facing is different from mine, our situation is exactly the same. So no matter whose enemy we encounter on this journey, please don’t hold back your strength. Only like so will we reach Ghent City safely. Can we agree on that?”
These words made Melgor worried. He knew full well that Barrack would only have such a serious discussion with him if he were facing a very powerful enemy. He pondered it for a long time and then looked at Milo.
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