But it only appears that way.
The troop was entering a narrow path between the forest. Our Lord, instinctively, furrowed his brows. Though he was contemplating if there might be any trouble ahead, the sound of hoofbeats echoed from behind.
In the back of the troop were only his second son's men—these were the fifty men he had personally assigned to him, thinking it would be enough to keep the brat occupied for a while. Unexpectedly, the brat had organized them in an orderly manner, which caught him off guard.
"What new tricks is that boy up to now?" With this thought, Sir Min Tai turned his head, and sure enough, he saw the familiar face that made his eyelid twitch, riding toward him with a few others.
With regard to this son, Samuel felt a mix of love and resentment.
