บท 573: Chapter 1 Clash_3

The carriage drivers were no different; they carelessly cracked their long whips, even the tips of which seemed to move with a hint of reluctance.

Returning full-loaded from Wolf Town, they were now hurrying toward Revodan.

About fifty escort soldiers, and a little over twenty drivers, with only one person in high spirits.

That was the person in charge of this grain requisition convoy, Sergeant Ivan.

Sergeant Ivan had originally been a member of Revodan's security forces, notorious for his hot temper and for beating his wife and children when drunk.

The military commander of Revodan had expanded his troops, and Ivan rode the tide to become a sergeant.

There was only one reason for his promotion—higher-ups thought his fiery temper and burly physique could keep the rank-and-file in check.