Ernest had left the camp early the next morning after the battle at the city wall. He felt no joy or motivation.
At sixteen, he had followed the soldiers from the royal city to battle at the northern boundary. It was then that he first had the opportunity to show his abilities and skills.
He had taken many risks to get promoted because he had always wanted to earn the admiration of the soldiers.
Ernest sighed. He was very familiar with the layout of Lowe. After riding all morning, he stopped at a house near the entrance of Lowe village.
The young man in the house came out quickly when he heard the sound of the horse.
"My Lord," the young man bowed as he took the reins from him.
"Do you have any news?" Ernest asked.
"No, His Majesty was really poisoned by someone. It is very difficult to investigate. I found out that all those who served the king closely have been questioned, but there is no lead," the young man said, shaking his head.
