Magic Power may have been weak and stubborn, but he was already nearly seven years old and had learned to ride a horse.
A group of people headed towards a side gate.
By the time they reached the gate, Burns had already opened it.
Behind the white gate was a brick road that wasn't very wide, barely accommodating a carriage to pass through at a time, with high walls on both sides and some man-made indentations for vehicles to pull over.
"Run, Burns, go scout ahead!" Polly urged.
There were only four horses, and as a Great Knight, Burns could match the speed of a galloping horse for a short time; in her view, he obviously didn't need to ride.
Feeling the pain in his left leg, Burns remained silent and quietly moved forward.
In his mind, there were still four horses in the stables, and Prince Gallagher was only seven years old, naturally smaller and weaker than his peers...
