Swallan instantly hopped to the top of the carriage and searched the surroundings. Red dust was rising from the edge of the western horizon, but Juan didn’t even bother turning his head; his senses became extremely sharp and sensitive whenever he concentrated on refining his mana.

Juan quickly sensed the familiar spirit of about thirty heavily armed people riding their horses to approach the carriage.

“It’s the Templars,” Juan said.

Swallan looked at Juan with a surprised look, since she could see only their silhouettes from such a distance.

Juan wondered how Swallan would respond to the arrival of the Templars. Swallan handing Juan over to the Templars to receive the reward of ten thousand gold pieces was a reasonable possibility. Juan contemplated what he should do in such a situation, but soon shook his head because it didn’t matter what she decided to do with him.

Juan had already decided that he would not go out of his way to hide his identity nor his traces ever since he annihilated the Order of the Blue Rose—and the same was true of his journey to Durgal.

At that moment, Swallan put a large hood over Juan’s head.

“Hide that head of yours well… After all, it is worth ten thousand gold pieces,” Swallan said.

As the sounds of the horse hooves got closer, the mercenaries began to turn their heads one by one. The Templars didn’t pass by the carriage and stopped their horses...