The Baron knew the reason but felt somewhat helpless. Just as he was about to speak, Alvin, who was by his side, interrupted him.
"Peasants! I am a noble! Bring your town mayor out to speak at once!" Alvin bellowed. He certainly did not possess the Baron's patience.
Upon hearing the word "noble," the townsfolk were instantly taken aback. Their fierce confrontational spirit swiftly crumbled, leaving them with an inexplicable sense of inferiority.
See, don't they look like a dog?
The fear of the nobility, after centuries of conditioning, was almost etched into their very bloodlines.
At this point, a middle-aged man dressed slightly more lavishly stepped forward, claiming to be the mayor.
The Baron smoothly took control of the conversation, proclaiming that the Barbarians had already slaughtered hundreds in a violent frenzy and had been chased here by his party.
