Xial nodded obediently.
Winters glanced at the Nulan Clock on the table, got up, and walked towards the coat rack. Xial quickly stepped forward to help Winters put on his riding gear.
"Just take the carriage," Xial said with a hint of displeasure. "Why must you ride a horse?"
Winters let out a light snort. "Taking the carriage? How proper would that be? Have the warhorses sent to Colonel Berny and Major Thomas been delivered?"
"Delivered. I handed the reins to them myself."
Winters coughed a few times. "Has Longwind been brought back?"
"Brought back." Xial, still a child after all, shifted moods quickly. Though he had been sulking moments ago, the mention of Longwind immediately energized him. "If we hadn't taken the initiative to demand it back, that so-called major would've surely kept it. Hmph, mountaineer."
"Enough." Winters' tone was unusually stern. "Don't speak like that."
Xial immediately fell silent, though his lips stuck out in defiance.
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