In the end, he didn't dare say the word, but his meaning was obvious.
The more Aus listened, the more his brow furrowed. He couldn't help but ask, "The Empire's army? They don't care if you live or die? They don't protect you? Oh, and what about your Lord?"
Old John gave a bitter smile. "Young man, our Lord took his family and guards and fled to his manor in the northern province months ago. To those soldiers, we commoners are no different from crops in the field or fish in the lake... ripe for the picking by anyone who passes through. Protection? We'd be thanking the heavens if they just left us alone."
Aus opened his mouth, but was ultimately left speechless. Having grown up in a palace, when would he have ever encountered something like this?
Lynch, as a Transmigrator, was hardly surprised.
