"Are you sure? That caravan is actually those pampered Southern nobles in disguise?"
In a room in Streamwood Town, Anders lounged on a prepared bed, looking at the skinny guard.
After hearing his words, the guard's expression looked a bit helpless,
"Lord Anders, this is the seventeenth time you've asked me. If I am not mistaken, they are certainly disguised nobles..."
"Think about it, do ordinary mercenaries and caravans have such builds and appearances? And their demeanor, though they deliberately tried not to seem like nobles, they didn't seem like caravans or mercenaries either. Anyone with eyes can see, they're just a bunch of rookies..."
"Besides, they're planning to head to Fengye City, so I thought to ask you if we can go together..."
The guard spoke cautiously.
Anders did not immediately reply.
He squinted his eyes, asking,
"Did they... say anything else? Besides what you've told me before."
"No, nothing else."
The guard shook his head,
