A few days later. The caravan of carriages arrived in front of Santa Roberto.
There were people already standing there, waiting for the caravan to arrive. George was there, along with Henry, Roland, Anna, and a few men that Siderius didn't recognize.
They were probably the guard that George and Henry had hired to protect the place temporarily.
Siderius rode in the front and arrived at the gate first.
"George, my friend. Roland, Henry. How are you?"
The three bowed their heads. "We are extremely well, my lord."
Roland took a look at the caravan group and said, "There must be quite a lot of people here. Around fifty to eighty people, I assume?"
"A little bit off, Roland. It is just a little bit more than ninety people."
"Ninety?! Those coaches should be stuffed, yeah?"
"Not really. Take a little look behind." Siderius pointed to the end of the caravan.
The bandits were tied into a long rope and walked at the back of the caravan.
