Chapter 92: Return to Jorgklusburg
Chapter 92: Return to Jorgklusburg
Jorgklusburg.
Looking down upon the land from the topmost tower of the castle, one saw a vast, indistinct expanse. The river valley, like a fissure in the earth, crisscrossed the landscape—the timeworn trace left by the Jordan River changing its course.
Dust kicked up by two lightly equipped riders was rapidly approaching the castle.
The guard in the tower immediately shouted, "Someone is coming! Perhaps a messenger from Milord! Send men to inquire of their identity and open the city gate!"
Jorgklusburg’s geographical position was quite advantageous; the surrounding area was flat, and if a large army were to attack, it could not possibly escape the notice of the guards in the tower.
Just two lightly equipped riders were clearly not approaching with malicious intent.
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A clamor arose below. Castellan Moder, wearing a red and white surcoat, listened to the guard’s report and said with some confusion, "Messengers from Kerak Castle? We have little contact with Kerak. Let them in."
The iron portcullis creaked as it was raised. Thanks to the cool relationship between Lothar and Count Raynald, despite being neighbors, contact and communication between the two places were scarce. Jorgklusburg, far from the trade routes, had not received outside visitors for a long time.
The two messengers walked in, somewhat apprehensive. After a moment’s hesitation, they still saluted Moder. "Excuse me, are you the castellan of Jorgklusburg?"
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"Correct. State your purpose, messengers from Kerak," Moder said, looking at the two messengers with a cold expression, clearly not expecting any good news to find him.