"Because they are just ordinary people, they don't know how to express their admiration for Master Lynn, they can only work hard within their own abilities."
Red, who had always been by the side of Master Lynn, naturally didn't know the inner thoughts of these townsmen.
But as the steward of the entire town, she was well aware of it.
Because the vast majority of minor matters were handled by her.
Red did not speak, which was a tacit agreement to Kuisi's words.
...
Compared to the laughter and cheer at the bonfire banquet in Lynn Territory.
On the other side.
In a field of wild grass.
A team of ten riders and thirty to forty people were slowly moving.
The leather armor on their bodies was tattered and stained with blood, their hair disheveled, and their faces full of desolation.
Each step forward seemed to exhaust all their strength.
Godfrey, riding on his horse, slightly pulled the reins in his hand, and looked back at the rear.
He couldn't help but sigh.
