"Also, I dare to bet with you, the Earl in the castle is definitely not mocking us, he is more fearful now than anyone... even more than his soldiers."
The Chiliarch's dissatisfaction clearly did not subside, but he indeed couldn't think of a rebuttal, so he could only try to persuade her from another angle, attempting to let her know that what she was doing was unrealistic.
"But... outside it's chaotic, no one can settle down to farm in such circumstances! I'm just saying, you're doing something meaningless—"
"Then let it be you who settles them down," Carian looked at him calmly, "let them believe that the swords in your hands are not tools of enslavement, but weapons of defense."
These words silenced the whole tent.
That Chiliarch's throat seemed blocked, he couldn't utter a single word.
However, Thomas, who stood beside, had his eyes slightly lit up, as if he saw something wonderful, although his barren language couldn't describe what it was.
