Chapter 281: Terrible Luck
Caius heard it first—the sound of hooves approaching them as they rode down the grassy path. It was past noon, and they had turned up empty again. They had made even worse progress than the day before, and something else that bothered him was that there were almost no more bandit attacks. Not a single one since he arrived.
He slowed his horse, and Prince Rylen stared at him oddly. He also slowed down so he wouldn’t pass the crown prince.
"Your Grace," Prince Rylen called.
Caius turned his gaze to his back, and sure enough, a horse was approaching them at high speed. Rylen followed Caius’s gaze, and the men with him stopped.
They were about five in number, while the rest of the men had been divided into two groups and sent to other sides of the town. However, the fact that he hadn’t heard anything meant they had also been fruitless.
Caius didn’t recognize the guard approaching him. Neither did he like the feeling in his stomach. There was no reason to be bothered—and if it was a message about another bandit attack, even better. They would be able to follow their trail and apprehend them.
The horse stopped abruptly in front of them, with Caius behind and his men up in front.
"What do you have?" Thomas asked.
"Your Highness," the messenger called. He sounded winded. "Lady Deana sent me to inform you that R..." The messenger paused, gasping for air.
"What?" Caius asked impatiently.