At this moment, the children all looked terrified, with some of the younger ones hiding behind the older kids. Those older ones lowered their heads in front of Lance, not daring to meet his gaze, their actions revealing intense unease.
Only the one speaking to Lance seemed slightly normal, yet you could still feel his unease, as he had no idea what this Noble Lord in front of him intended to do.
Last night, Lance had already demonstrated his strong deterrent by expelling the trouble-making refugees. It would be odd not to fear him; probably only the heretics would dare.
Lance's silence made them even more uneasy because, after wandering for so long, they had never encountered a situation like this before, prompting an impulse for self-saving.
"Sir, we can work; please don't drive us away."
Refugees are burdens, and children are the burden among burdens.
