Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Chapter 1048: Chapter 73: Storm (Part 2)

The Reconnaissance Cavalry sent to the Old Town had yet to return, but Winters could no longer wait.

Fuller stared with wide eyes and speechless at the “Baron’s servants” lifting out one heavy wooden box after another, taking out chain mail, breastplates, arm guards, and underskirts, and expertly helping each other don their gear.

There was even someone who excitedly brought over a set of horse armor, only to receive a glare from the Baron and sheepishly carry it back.

Winters was now desperately short of hands.

Even with Xial and Berlion joining later, his entourage never exceeded a dozen. After dispatching messengers and reconnaissance cavalry, they were even more shorthanded, leaving only Winters, Anna, Caman, Anna’s personal nursemaid, and six guards in the inn.

Caman was in low spirits, unable to give any orders. The nursemaid was scared half to death and couldn’t be of much help. The guards, tasked with perimeter surveillance, could only armor up in turns.

In the midst of the bustle and chaos, Anna walked into the living room and silently took the silk bodice from Berlion’s hands, clumsily assisting Winters in changing his attire.

Winters deliberately avoided Anna’s gaze. Anna also kept her head slightly lowered, not letting Winters see her expression.

“Sir,” Fuller asked with empathy, “Are you going to…to fight again tonight?”

Winters had already taken off his regular clothes and put on his silk body wear, now dressing in his combat attire.

He took the silver box found on the green-eyed corpse and tossed it directly to Fuller, asking, “Do you recognize what this is?”

Fuller carefully opened the lid of the box: “A clock?”

Old Schmid glanced at it: “It’s a Nulan Clock.”