Chapter 92:Will There Be Face slapping?
The children were uneasy for the entire night and hadn’t got a good sleep.It was quite late when they finally were able to sleep but as soon as they entered the dream land,Roland knocked them out asking to get up and dress.
He had already sent a message to the teacher and asked them to come last night and be ready early.
The morning sun had barely begun to rise when Roland and his group of teachers set off from the inn.
The teachers, already packed and dressed, were led to five carriages Roland had prepared for their journey.
Four were for regular travel, and the fifth—a luxurious, sturdier build—was meant for himself and his children.
The whole arrangement had cost him around two thousand gold coins. He could’ve easily reduced the cost by half if he had simply used some force and kidnapped a few builders because he lacked good builders and carpenters.
But he found that sort of trouble too annoying to deal with. Better to pay and be done with it.
He had wanted to leave before dawn, but his children wouldn’t wake up on time. He sighed, adjusting the travel schedule slightly. Now, as the carriages neared the main city gates, he noticed something unusual.
A dense crowd of soldiers stood in formation, blocking the exit path. That wasn’t normal. A noble like him should have been allowed passage without delay. Sensing something was wrong, Roland stepped down from his carriage. The atmosphere changed the moment his boots touched the ground.
Soldiers started whispering.
"He’s the one."
"Are you sure it’s him?"