Stone stood timidly beside the steward, and asked in a low voice.
They had lost all their water today, and hadn't received a single grain, which was quite a significant loss.
If the steward put this responsibility on him, he wouldn't escape a beating.
"What else can we do? Let's go back."
The steward, also frustrated, turned back and glared at Stone, saying.
Now the citizens have all drunk their fill, who would be willing to trade grain for water? Luckily, it was only the Southern City that had been sabotaged, the other places hadn't been affected yet.
"You can't even handle such simple tasks, what's the point of keeping you? Can't you learn from San and the others, why haven't they faced…"
"Steward, it's not good, it's terrible."
The steward was about to explain why the other places hadn't had any issues, when he heard hurried voices coming from afar.
His heart sank, he secretly murmured to himself, not good.
