"Connelly Manor... relies on your steadfast defense."
Walter and Land quickly bowed their heads in response.
Zock didn’t waste any words, leaning back and settling comfortably on the soft cushioning of the carriage.
His right arm again wrapped around the maid’s waist, resting between her legs.
His gaze shifted, and Zock glanced at a treasure chest placed beneath the cushion. He instructed the coachman.
"Depart."
With Zock’s instructions, the coachman imdiately began to drive the horses ahead.
Amidst the sound of the whip cracking.
The horses, feeling the pain, neighed and then set off, stretching their legs wide.
From a brisk trot to a full run after picking up speed.
Escorted by six guards holding torches, the carriage drove into the darkness outside the manor estate.
Until the carriage was completely swallowed by darkness.
It was only then that Walter and Land withdrew their gaze.
Land’s gaze shifted, glancing at Walter.
Imitating Zock’s previous tone, he said.
"Connelly Manor is left to your steadfast defense!"
Hearing Land’s mocking tone, Walter frowned and asked.
"What do you an by that?"
Land stepped forward, slowly walking into the manor estate.
In a cold snicker, his words rang out.
"What do I an?"
"I, Land Philip, am just a re manor steward. Where would I have the authority to command the guards under your control?"
"Moreover, I’ve been injured by you like this..."
"Surely, Captain Walter doesn’t expect to wield weapons and fight the enemies, right?"
Walter imdiately fell silent, watching Land walk into the depths of the hall.
Dragging a slightly crooked limping gait, he slowly moved, entering the depths of the guest hall, then turning at a corridor’s corner.
Without hearing Walter’s voice, Land’s tense heart slightly relaxed.
Turning back for a glance, no one was following him.
Only then did Land enter his steward’s room, pushing the door open.
Once inside, he quickly closed and locked the door.
Holding his breath, Land pressed his right ear against the wooden door, straining to listen for any sound outside.
Half a minute.
One minute.
Three minutes!
After a few minutes passed, there were no sounds of footsteps approaching the door.
Land stood upright, and his previous limping gait imdiately beca normal.
Walking to the side of the wooden bed, he moved his hand, pulling away the thin linen bedding.
Instantly.
A golden hue covered Land’s face.
Gold pounds and pence, gold bracelets and necklaces, gemstone rings, pearl earrings...
Staring at these dazzling valuables, the corners of Land’s mouth curled up, his face displaying an increasingly vivid smile.
"Since you don’t trust , since you’re not taking with you..."
"Then I’ll find my own way to leave!"
By now.
Land no longer cared about loyalty to the Manor Lord, nor did he care about whether Connelly Manor was truly facing an enemy attack.
What he needed to do now was to leave Alba Town, leave Kakasong City with this pile of valuables, as far as possible.
With so much money and valuables.
He could completely invest in land by donating to the Church.
As long as he hired so Free People or purchased so Peasants.
He could beco a Manor Lord himself!
In other words.
If he could safely leave, he would no longer need to serve Manor Lord Zock Connally like he did now.
Nor would he need to try every possible thod to obtain military power from Walter’s hands!
Thinking of this, Land’s eyes were filled with anticipation!
Taking a few deep breaths to calm his complex feelings.
Land picked up a piece of linen cloth, packed all the valuables, and slung them over his shoulder.
But because the bundle was filled with a lot of gold and silver jewelry, it appeared long and bulging.
After a brief thought, Land took a coarse woolen robe from a cabinet nearby.
Wearing the coarse woolen robe, which was loose and bulging, it conveniently concealed the bundle over his right shoulder.
Land looked with satisfaction, then walked once more to the wooden door.
Holding his breath, he pressed his ear and listened closely.
After listening for a few minutes and confirming no sounds in front of the door.
Land gently unbolted the lock and carefully opened the wooden door.
Through the crack in the door, Land glanced outside, seeing no one in sight.
After hesitating for a few seconds.
Land stuck his head out, looked around, and eventually stepped out of the room.
Where he just now walked normally, his legs once more beca crooked and limping.
Escorted by guards, a group of Peasants holding iron farm tools dashed past him.
Orignally, he was already uncomfortably hot in the coarse woolen robe, and was now so nervous that he was sweating profusely.
Luckily.
Perhaps due to his usual sharpness and imposing deanor.
The passing guards, seeing his face, imdiately shifted their gaze away.
To him, this was naturally fortunate!
With slow steps, Land exited the manor estate’s back door.
After walking six or seven ters, Land stopped his steps.
Reaching down, he began unfastening his linen trousers’ belt...
Within two seconds.
A sound of splashing water erupted beneath Land’s feet.
His gaze shifted, scanning around.
After half a minute.
The mont the water splashing sound ceased, confird there was no one around.
Land swiftly pulled up his trousers, starting to run toward the darkness ahead.
Ignoring the constant dull pain in his body.
Not caring whether guards passing by would notice him.
Nor if he was tripping in the muddy fields...
All he wanted now was to get away from Connelly Manor as fast as possible.
He had already swapped the valuables Zock had asked him to pack!
Even if he didn’t escape, once Master Zock found out the treasure chest was filled with rocks, he would rush back to the manor imdiately.
And hang him alive on the gallows.
Given the choice between certain death, he might as well take a risk...
In front of the manor estate.
Walter naturally had no idea what was happening inside the manor estate.
At this mont, he was directing the guards and Peasants in the construction of the defense works.
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