The south gate of Riverdale was jammed from the moment the sun rose.
As time went by, the congestion didn't ease at all. Quite the contrary, as the refugees returned, it became even more congested.
Further away, groups of riders were patrolling the streets to ensure order. In front of the city gate, two groups of soldiers were lined up in a row. In front of a big desk, Bosco and five other scribes were taking notes.
They obeyed the Princess's orders faithfully.
The refugees weren't impatient at all. The excitement and joy of being able to return home had tossed the unhappiness aside.
More so, the patrolling riders were handing out rations and water to the refugees.
It was also the princess' order.
When they found out that this was the order of the princess who had been trying her best to turn the tide, the refugees around them all expressed their gratitude.
Other than some natural sins, most of them were kind.
They were happy to share the joy.
They didn't mind helping others.
They preferred to treat others with a smile.
However, some were different.
They thought they were superior to others and thought it was a shame to share with the commoners, even though they were also commoners in the beginning.
"Move! Move! "
"Get out of my way!"
The arrogant and despotic voice was followed by the sound of a whip being whipped.
Then, a couple of cries followed.
It seemed like some of them were hit by the whip.
But …
Other than crying, none of the refugees dared to resist. The person who whipped them was sitting in a wagon and there was a dazzling family emblem on the carriage door.
Sardinia's family emblem!
The family emblem of Riverdale's former second minister of military affairs.
His identity was destined to be known by everyone in Riverdale.
The orderly queue started to fall into chaos.
The wagon led another group of wagons and barged towards the direction of the city gate.
Bosco frowned.
He raised his hand, and the soldiers guarding the area immediately blocked the carriage that was rushing towards them.
The wagoner shrunk his neck when he saw the soldiers' spears but the viscount inside the carriage shouted.
"Bastard!
Bosco, don't you recognize my family emblem? "
His sharp voice was filled with rage.
"I recognize it! However, your family emblem has long lost its luster along with your escape, and your identity has also been stripped away. "
Bosco said coldly.
He did not have a good impression of people who ran away in the face of battle.
Perhaps they were worried about the inheritance of their family, but this did not mean that they could flee.
Warren's laws stated that during wartime, all the nobles had to do was send a direct descendant to ensure that their title, identity, and position wouldn't be taken away.
One person. They only needed to send one person.
However, this guy's entire family had fled at the first moment.
Not even a single useful person was left for His Highness.
Bosco was enraged when he thought about how a person like him was assigned as a special envoy and risked his life to go to the south to get reinforcements. Yet, the other party wanted to return to Riverdale as if nothing had happened.
The soldiers around him were the same.
In particular, some of the soldiers whose comrades had died wished they could poke a hole in the other party with their spears.
"Escape?"
"When did I escape?"
"I just went back to my manor in the outskirts. When I heard about the Prairie invaders, I immediately brought everyone back to Riverdale.
"I abide by the honor of a noble!"
"I should be the hero of this war!"
"And this is the attitude you use to beat up a hero?"
The carriage door was pushed open.
A short, scrawny man with a triangular face and a pair of slits eyes walked down the carriage like a venomous snake.
He pointed at the soldiers around him and asked loudly.
"Hero?"
Bosco's breath hastened.
The former special envoy of the king had always thought of himself as a thick-skinned man, but only today did he realize what it truly meant to be thick-skinned.
The man before him wasn't just confusing right and wrong, twisting black and white.
He was spouting lies with his eyes wide open.
"Isn't that so?
Are you trying to slaughter the hero of this war? "
"Come!
Aim here and stab it! "
"But!
You better understand the consequences of your actions! "
Viscount Zardin asked back.
Amidst the question, the viscount strode towards the city gate.
He had a cold smile on his face and his eyes were gloomy as he ignored the spears.
However, the soldiers were hesitating.
Although they knew a noble who fled would be stripped of his title and identity, the pressure that had been building up over the years prevented them from stopping a viscount.
The viscount smiled at the hesitant soldiers.
His smile was filled with delight.
Everything was just as he had expected.
"Hmph!
A little girl who hasn't even grown up wants to strip me of my title and identity?
"That's a great idea!"
I will let you know the cruelty of the adult world! "
With the declaration in his heart, the viscount glanced over his surroundings with an arrogant gaze.
"Now, all of you …"
Puk!
Before the viscount could finish his commanding words, a giant black figure descended from the sky and stomped the viscount into meat paste.
As blood splattered, cries of surprise erupted from the crowd. Their gazes involuntarily turned towards the giant white wolf that had suddenly appeared and the black figure on its back.
"My lord."
Bosco bowed when he saw Kieran, his forehead was covered in sweat.
If Bosco was asked who he didn't want to deal with the most, Kieran would be number one.
It wasn't just because of Kieran's strength, it was also because of his unpredictable personality.
At least from Bosco's point of view, the man before him was temperamental.
A moment ago, he might be as calm as a lake and the next moment, he might be as violent as a storm.
Just like now.
"My lord, he is Viscount Sardinia.
He … "
"Before he escaped, he was.
Now, he is a criminal who disrupted the order and disregarded the law. "
"Of course!
And them too! "
Kieran then looked at the convoy led by Viscount Sardinia.
Bosco also looked at the convoy unconsciously.
However, when he saw the giant white wolf charging towards the convoy, the former king's envoy finally reacted to the situation.
"My lord …"
Bosco wanted to stop Kieran.
But it was too late!
The giant white wolf had already rushed into the convoy. It was like a rampaging armored vehicle, showing no mercy at all. It completely crushed everything in its path, sweeping from head to tail.
Blood and meat paste mixed together, forming a thick layer on the ground.
But it wasn't the end.
The white wolf continued to run south. Following Kieran's orders, it avoided all the civilians.
Following its summons, wolves appeared at the end of the line one after another.
They continued to travel south.
Bosco's face was pale and his body was trembling.
He knew exactly what the wolves were going to do.
He opened his mouth to stop him, but he didn't know what to say. By the time he thought of an excuse, Kieran, who had been standing beside him, had already disappeared.
All that was left was blood and slaughter.
"As expected …"
"As expected of the White Wolf of Wolf Sect."
Bosco muttered to himself with a bitter smile as he looked at the bloody mess on the ground.
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