Reverse the time by two hours.
Artisan Street at Longbow Castle.
Dusk, like a water-soaked rag, weighed heavily on the workshops' square, where people gathered beside the guild chapel at the center of the square.
Helpers, apprentices, and hired laborers, despite the fact that the first two have a place, still stood together with the hired laborers.
And at this moment, what they were most anxiously concerned about was the situation on Parliament Hill.
They had already clearly sided with the Holy Alliance. If the Holy Alliance faction lost, wouldn't they face retribution?
"What's happening on Parliament Hill?" A helper in a patched apron rubbed his hands, his voice trembling either from the cold or fear.
"No idea, but neither we nor the farmers are a match for those armies."
This remark was like a pebble tossed into water, immediately triggering a chorus of responses.
As if sensing something, several people in the crowd suddenly exchanged looks.
