บท 56: The Young master
Rhaet stood at the door and watched the soldiers marching toward the center from a distance. He narrowed his brow, looking at the number of soldiers. Mosce previously mentioned that there would be more people attending the wedding, but why are the only soldiers coming? From the looks of it, the two men in front must be of higher rank. He and Mosce, with his son, watched them reach the hall.
As soon as the soldier came near the hall, they cleared the way, and a carriage was revealed. It was a carriage with four horses dragging it. It slowly moved to the front of the hall. The carriage attracted all the attention of the village people, as it was their first time seeing something like this. Moreover, the soldiers were all equipped with armor and swords. Their clothing was too different from what these villagers wear and unlike it was what they saw before. And most importantly, the carriage seemed to be made of perfect wood material, as its craftsmanship was eye-catching. They have never seen a carriage like this. The soldiers and their foreign carriage, with its perfectly crafted woodwork, seemed out of place in the small village.
Mosce hurriedly ran to the carriage, followed by his son. The people in the carriage must be very important to make Moses and his son pale. Rhaet was carefully looking at the carriage and wondering who had come.
Mosce and his son were kneeling in front of the door and waiting for the person to come out of the carriage.
Those two fully armored men got off their horses and approached the carriage. They stopped a few feet away from the door and kneeled, placing their hands on the knee. Rhaet watched intently as the two armored men bowed their heads and made a gesture of respect. Mosce and his son followed suit, bowing their heads and placing their hands on their knees.
"Young master, we have arrived." One of them spoke.
Clank
The door was opened by the other man in armor.
A young man stepped out of the carriage. He was dressed in a red fabric coat that reached his knees and was worn over a white tunic. A leather belt was around his waist, to which a sheathed sword was attached. He was handsome, with brown skin and brown hair. His dark brown eyes darted across the center, taking in his surroundings. His attire suggested he was of noble birth, a reflection of the wealth and power of his family. He carried himself with grace and exuded confidence that commanded respect from all who beheld him.
He was about the age of eighteen. He slowly stepped out of the carriage and looked around the place.
"This is the place you have constructed for three years?" he said. It was too quiet for everyone to hear. But he was looking at Moses.
"Young master, I have tried my best to build this town," Mosce said it in a respectful way. A bead of sweat fell from his brow.
That young man once again glanced around the center. He had no expression on his face as he looked around. His firm gaze and his posture made him look different from the group.
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