"Oh, thank you. Just help me pile these up neatly."
"Yes, my Lord."
The other armored soldier dragged the guard's body away.
After rearranging the barbecue grill, Zheng Fan accelerated his pace to catch up with the Earl of North Border.
As Zheng Fan ran, he saw a group of armored soldiers also sprinting.
Several guards, who had saluted him earlier, were swiftly killed a moment later by the armored soldiers running alongside him.
Not all were killed. For instance, if one guard was killed within a patrolling group, an armored soldier would instantly replace him. Patrolling continued; posts remained manned.
It was like a gust of wind that made you squint, but when you rubbed your eyes for a better look, it seemed as if nothing had changed.
"How are you holding up? Can you still carry that?" asked the Earl of North Border.
"I'm managing."
"Good. Young people should be able to handle heavy work."
