Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Red Rock Warehouse

The midday sun slanted down, and a gentle breeze carried a hint of chill.Louis draped a dark grey wolfskin cape over his shoulders, a sword at his waist, riding along the dirt path.Behind him followed several guards, all armed and armored, silent without a word.In the ranks of the guard knights, the most eye-catching was not the few burly Elite Knights but rather a slightly immature figure.Yet, he sat steadily, without a hint of wobbling, indicating he had put in considerable effort into his horsemanship.The only jarring thing was probably his face, trying hard to maintain a stern, yet still somewhat childish expression.He was trying hard to put on a face that said, "I'm already a protector of the great Lord."Yes, clearly posing for coolness.Louis passed by him, glancing sideways, almost unable to hold back a laugh.Just then, a strong smell of smoked fish hit them; they were passing by a smoked fish workshop.Within the half-open wooden shed, cooking smoke swirled, and the fish hung on iron hooks slowly changed color; the aroma wafted through the air.A woman in a coarse apron came out of the shed and happened to see Weir riding by.That was Weir's mother; her face was still damp with sweat, but her eyes were filled with joy upon seeing Weir."Oh, it's Weir!"