Under the gray sky outside the cabin, the snow-bright sword blade radiated a bone-chilling coldness, which also silenced the sounds of people stirred up.
Inside the cabin, only the sound of chattering teeth remained.
Looking at this group of frightened peasants, the escort remained expressionless, holding the longsword upright before him, with the tip pointing directly at the cabin ceiling.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I know your hearts are filled with fear, but I hope that apart from this, your humble souls also harbor something else. Such as loyalty to the Lord, enthusiasm for Saint Sis, and the determination to defend order at all costs!"
"You are fighting for Campbell's future! For the future of all of us, to avoid being dragged into that bottomless abyss, Jelock needs your bravery!"
"If you don't want to live in a time where farmers have no land, then fight alongside our King!"
