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"My lord, the Heinrichs are not any weaker compared to the Silverswords. Is it really alright to offend them for our sake?" Fredrinn took a glance at Alaric.

"It doesn't matter whether he is from House Heinrich or another noble family. I won't let anyone touch my people." Alaric calmly responded.

Hearing this, Fredrinn raised his eyebrows in surprise. It was very rare to find a lord who would be willing to offend someone of high status for the sake of his servants.

"Don't worry about it. The Heinrichs is the least of my worries. They won't do anything for a minor issue like this." Alaric reassured them when he saw their worried gazes.

No one mentioned this matter anymore after he stated those words. His calmness and indifferent attitude made everyone feel that nothing would go wrong.

…

With the frost horses, the group managed to decrease their travel time.

They soon arrived at Alverton on the second day of their journey where they decided to temporarily make a stop to replenish their supplies.

"Lord Alaric!" A familiar face greeted them at the town's main gate.

It was Ronan, the captain of the town guards.

Alaric smiled and nodded to him. "It seems like you are already aware of my identity." He muttered in a joking tone.

Ronan scratched his head in embarrassment as he replied. "I tried to keep your identity a secret, but it still reached the ears of the mayor. I had no choice but to mention your name to him. It was from him that I learned about your identity, my lord."

"I see." Alaric didn't get angry over this. It was just a trifling matter.

"Are you here to replenish your supplies?" Ronan asked.

"That's right. Can you recommend a decent place where we can find some quality meat?"

"Of course! Come and follow me, my lord. I will take you there myself." Ronan volunteered to lead them.
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Alaric wanted to reject him, but the guy insisted on doing him this favor for failing to hide his identity. In the end, Alaric could only helplessly agree under his pleading gaze.

An hour later, Ronan brought them to a meat shop.

"My lord, this is the place. They got a batch of fresh meat from us yesterday. Let me do the talking so the shop owner will give you a fair deal." Ronan eagerly introduced the place.

With his help, they managed to acquire enough meat for the group for a week's worth of travel.

"Thank you for your help, Sir Ronan." Alaric shook hands with the Knight.

"It's an honor to serve you, my lord. If you need anything else, you know where to find me." Ronan chuckled.

"Alright. We'll take our leave first."

After bidding him farewell, Alaric's group went to look for an inn. They didn't go to the same inn they stayed at before to avoid the scrutiny of the town's mayor.

He wanted to get some rest so he didn't want to meet him or any officials of the town.

Interestingly, it seemed like the mayor had realized his intentions. A few town guards lurked near the inn where they stayed, but no one bothered them.

The next day, the group left Alverton after bidding Ronan farewell.

***

A few days later, on the 12th day of January, Alaric's group finally arrived at North Pine Town.

They were escorted by the warriors of House Silversword before they even reached the estate.

The person leading the escort team was Aldrin.

"My lord, we were worried about you! It's good that you're finally here." Aldrin sighed while looking at him.

"Look at you. I wasn't even gone for a long time." Alaric chuckled while shaking his head.

"By the way, did something happen while I was gone?" He asked.

Hearing this, Aldrin hesitated. "Something did happen, my lord…"

"What is it?" Alaric frowned.

All sorts of problems had come up after his regression and it made him feel concerned since some of those issues didn't exist in his past life.

Aldrin urged his horse to come closer to Alaric as he cleared his throat. He looked around and made sure that no one was listening before he opened his mouth. "When we returned from Ryvaad, Lord Charles tried to take away the Saber-fanged Wolf cubs and the Disaster-grade beast soul crystal."

Hearing this, Alaric frowned.

"Sir Warrick stopped him before he could take anything. However, Lord Charles found an excuse to punish Sir Chulmo and Sir Bernard for disobeying him." Aldrin added.

Charles! How dare you touch my people?!

Alaric suppressed his fury. "How are they doing?"

"They were both flogged a hundred times for disobedience. They received immediate treatment after the punishment, but the doctor said that they would be unable to walk normally for a couple of weeks." Aldrin gloomily responded.

Alaric took a deep breath to calm his rampaging emotions.

He then turned his head to Arthur and said. "Sir Arthur, please bring these horses to somewhere safe and make sure that no one would touch them."

"Yes, my lord!"

He then moved his gaze to Henry and instructed. "Sir Henry, please arrange their lodgings."

"Leave it to me, my lord." The old man replied.

Alaric glanced at Aldrin and muttered in a cold voice. "Bring me to see Sir Chulmo and Sir Bernard."

"Yes, my lord!"

The two went ahead of the group.

When they arrived at the estate, they immediately headed straight to the clinic.

As soon as they arrived, Alaric jumped down from the frost horse and walked inside the clinic with heavy footsteps.

He later found Chulmo and Bernard inside a patient room where they were receiving treatment.

"My lord!" The two Knights were surprised to see him.

They tried to get up from the bed, but they grimaced in pain.

"Just stay on your bed. There's no need to worry about formalities."

Alaric became even more furious when he saw their situation.

"I'm sorry for not being there for you guys."