Capítulo 111: Little Hope

A relatively small rock hill stood in an odd location.

For people in the past, the border was a strict and well-defined line surrounded by barbed wire. But here, the border represented an ambiguous gray area.

The land belonged to both Hardion and Tumaria, meaning it also belonged to no one. The Salgarez mercenaries took advantage of this gap. Perhaps, having been employed here for a long time, they had a firm grasp of the boundaries.

"… … Wouldn't it be dangerous to go to the Tumaria garrison right now?" Carl asked.

"I'm sorry, but I can't send you there right now," Govan responded firmly.

Govan of Davron, who had guarded this land for generations, did not trust the vile tribes of Tumaria in the least. If they approached now, the Tumaria people might shower them with arrows and later claim,

'Because it was dark, we thought they were mercenaries.'