Knight

Now that the thieves were apprehended, the night had turned calm once again. Fudge tied up the unconscious robbers using their own rope and gathered them up in one bunch.

Michael was about to speak, when all of a sudden, he felt another presence coming from the wilderness.

"Someone is coming," he said.

This person's pace was steadfast and strong, the complete opposite of the thieves who sneaked around with malicious intent.

And even if the moon only gleamed a sliver of its light down on the ground, Michael could still see its brightness reflected upon the steel armor worn by this person.

It only took a few seconds before a man wearing full metal armor entered their camp.

The chocolate merchants looked at this stranger with surprise and a little bit of excitement in their eyes. They recognized him from the insignia born on his chestplate.

"Forgive me for intruding. I am Sir Jon, a Knight from the Order of the Heavenly Knights."