Chapter 750
Swoosh—
Aside from the monsters lurking in the shadows, the sight wasn’t much different from the night before.
However, that wasn’t why Ian, leaning out of the carriage door, paid no attention to the surroundings. His gaze was sweeping over Miguel and Nasser, seated side by side on the driver’s bench.
"You can see it over there, my lord."
Unaware of the meaning behind Ian’s stare, Nasser spoke casually, pointing toward the left, the side opposite Ian.
Yet Ian's gaze did not shift immediately.
He glanced at the one-armed priest who had escaped a death that once seemed certain, only to carry the weight of guilt for the rest of his life, and at the brown-skinned squire who looked destined to end his own atonement in death.
After giving them both one last look, Ian finally turned his attention to the horses pulling the carriage.
"How are the horses holding up?" He asked it as casually as ever.