Count Huen had originally insisted on assigning a retinue of guards, but after some thought, Hutson declined. The presence of such escorts was more symbolic than practical—any threat he could handle made them unnecessary, and anything beyond his ability would render them useless.
Besides, within the domain of the Banks family, few bandits would dare to ambush one of their carriages. The additional protection seemed excessive.
In the end, he retained only the coachman. Having someone who knew the roads meant he could focus on more important matters.
"Sir Hutson…" Josh hesitated, his words faltering.
Hutson, already stepping toward the carriage, turned back with a knowing smile. "Your father has years ahead of him. You won't have to worry much."
Had the dark energy particles within Count Huen remained, his life would have been drastically shortened. In that case, his sons would have inevitably been drawn into a vicious struggle for power.
