Back at his camp, Robson had his troops turn in early. Even the Extraordinary couldn't go without rest day and night, let alone his Mortal Soldiers.
Claude was still bragging to Bo Yang about the day's victories. 'It seems the boy is truly excited today,' Robson thought.
Early the next morning, Robson began to gather his army, packing everything they could carry and assembling at the North City Gate.
This time, it wasn't like the last at Sunset Race. The North City nobles, having been humbled yesterday, were all on their best behavior, eager to wash away their previous shame.
Looking at these revitalized nobles, alongside the impeccably disciplined Fengman Knight Order, Robson was momentarily dazed.
He had seen far too many disorderly mobs in recent days; this was the first time he had laid eyes on an army with the aura of an elite force.
Valentino hadn't come. The one leading the Knight Order was the Fengman Knight Commander, Elon.
