The carriage sped past the soldiers who fell to the ground and couldn't stand up.
Sherman heard the strange sound outside the window, but he didn't care about it at all.
Iron Shield Bill took Roland's words seriously. "You are the one who is lack practice! Who else except you in these three carriages is faster than me? Show me!"
The people pointed by Iron Shield Bill didn't say anything with a smile. They didn't want to get involved in the daily quarrel between Roland and Iron Shield Bill.
Roland sneered, "Who let you compete with me? There is someone else who can do better than you."
Iron Shield Bill was lack of practice. Just now, he could save more time.
He almost delayed the time of the marquis to enter the city.
"Then show me one!"
Iron Shield Bill was not convinced. Roland didn't want to argue with him anymore. He lifted the curtain and had a look.
"Marquis is going back to the manor. Let's go back to the firm."