The heavy rain in the mountains continued. After losing their leader, the black cavalry's morale was lost. The remaining cavalry turned their horses around and prepared to charge again, but the opportunity was fleeting.

As several guard captains shouted loudly in the rain, the guards who had adjusted their positions closed their lines again. The cold spears were placed behind shields, forming a solid steel wall that continued to shrink into the encirclement.

Without the space to maneuver, the black cavalry could no longer increase their speed. Most were thrown from their horses by their spears, while a few rolled down the hillside and fell into the deep mountain stream. As a result, the battle gradually drew to a close, and the sound of chopping and killing gradually subsided.

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Inside the oversized tent, a mixture of firewood and kerosene burned in a brazier, emitting a lingering odor of tar. Loran Hill sat in the center, flanked by a dozen intact, sword-wielding guards.

She had changed into a loose white dress, with bandages wrapped around her arms. Her hair, still a little damp after drying, lay on both sides of her chest, and she was staring at the black-clad cavalrymen who were tied up and taken into the tent.

Two strong guards pressed the cavalryman to the ground. The black and red mask on his face had been torn off, revealing a face with black hair and blue eyes.

"He still refuses to say?" Loran Hill's cold voice came from his seat.

"Yes, miss. We searched their bodies but found no other markings." The guard next to them replied in awe.

In that fierce and dangerous cavalry clash, Loran Hill's courage and bravery impressed the guards present. Previously, the guards thought of Loran Hill as a kind and gentle young lady, perhaps also because of her unparalleled beauty.

But now in their hearts, Loran Hill is not only the object of their loyalty, but also a brave commander worthy of following and who they can entrust their lives to. The respect and admiration that rises from the bottom of their hearts is something they had never imagined before.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that the seemingly weak and beautiful young lady of the Chamber of Commerce actually had such courage and determination that she could behead the enemy leader with a single sword in the extremely dangerous lance charge, killing him in front of the battle line.

"Really?" Loran Hill paused for a moment, then spoke.

"Pull his head up."

A guard grabbed the black-clad cavalryman's hair and made his deep blue eyes face the young lady in front of him.

The cavalryman looked at the beautiful young lady in front of him with disbelief in his eyes. Her striking golden hair and the bandage on her arm all indicated that it was she who had killed their leader with a single sword strike.

I thought the target this time was a weak little bird, but unexpectedly it was a divine-winged bird that could tear through the wind. An expression of shock and disbelief appeared on his face.

Loran Hill stopped asking questions to the black-clad cavalryman and began to analyze.

"Rather than being killers, you are more like professional soldiers. This is not something that ordinary forces or organizations can cultivate."

"Our Carites Chamber of Commerce travels between Zephyr and Verga, so our enemies and opponents will only come from these two places."

"The West Wind nobility has gradually declined over the years. Small noble families simply cannot afford to support you, and I have never heard of the private armies of large noble families being like yours." Loran Hill paused.

"Then the only ones left might be the same business families from Verga."

"The Wilga Business Alliance is managed by the industry union, and the union's decision-making body is composed of 26 high-ranking councilors, each representing a major Wilga chamber of commerce."

"Except for us, Carites, among the remaining chambers of commerce representatives, there are only six chambers of commerce related to shipping, river transportation, and water."

"Excluding the two chambers of commerce that we have never had any contact with, the only thing left is..."

Loran Hill looked into the cavalryman's eyes and began to read out the names one by one.

"Yagtilin"

"Gigiol"

Dayas

Tisiphone

When the name Tisiphone was mentioned, the cavalryman's pupils finally changed.

Could it be Tisiphone? Loranhill had a guess in her mind, so she ignored it and had the cavalryman taken away and held in solitary confinement. She then brought several more cavalrymen up separately and repeated the same trick, only changing the story and the order. After several attempts, she finally confirmed that these black-clad cavalrymen were from the Tisiphone family.

The Tisiphone family mainly engages in the sale of weapons, whale oil, bow materials, dyes, etc. They have their own fleet. It is said that they even worked as pirates and accepted assassination orders in their early years. They are one of the more extreme ones among large chambers of commerce.

After sending the other guards back, Loran Hill returned to her tent. Rubbing her tense face, the girl rolled around on the floor with a pillow in her arms.

She was so exhausted. Not only did she have to maintain a dignified image to boost everyone's confidence, but she also had to painstakingly figure out where the enemy came from and what their purpose was. Now she just wanted to get a good night's sleep and not think about anything else.

Sitting up on the soft mat, Loran Hill opened the small cabinet next to her and took out a bottle of cold fruit yogurt. She sipped some before falling into a deep sleep with her head resting on the pillow. She hadn't rested well because she was always on guard.

At this time, outside the tent, the rain slowly stopped, and a faint white light appeared on the horizon. The morning of the day began quietly.

When Loran Hill woke up again, it was already noon. The clouds in the sky dispersed, and the hot sun shone on the earth, forming a strong white light on the earth.

Walking out of the blackout tent, the girl shielded her eyes from the glaring sunlight with her hands. The camp had been cleaned up, the chaotic battlefield had been cleared, and the weapons, corpses, and damaged goods that had been scattered in the rain had been properly disposed of.

Thanks to the extraordinary potion prepared in advance by Loran Hill, most of the Chamber of Commerce guards were able to save their lives. The broken bones were fixed with wooden boards, and the wounds were bandaged. The only thing left was to slowly recover from the injuries.

When the butler Ceres saw Loran Hill coming out, he hurried forward to ask about her injuries. He had been dealing with various post-war matters before, and only then was he able to see this courageous young lady.

"I'm fine. How are everyone else? Have you cleaned your wounds properly? Otherwise, they'll get infected."

Loran Hill said that she was not in serious trouble. In fact, the wounds on her body had healed long ago. If you removed the bandages, you couldn't even find any traces of injury on her fair skin. However, the healing speed was too amazing. She didn't want to attract attention, so she kept the wounds bandaged.

"Miss Lacey, everyone else has been taken care of. Don't worry, they are all veterans who have been through many battles and are very familiar with many situations. There won't be any major problems. Even the prisoners have been bandaged as you requested."

"Well, very good. These prisoners will be of great use in the future."

The girl nodded with satisfaction. The butterfly hairpin on her golden hair reflected a beautiful light in the sunlight. At this moment, she regained her gentle and lovely appearance as before.