"What's the situation?"
Jovany Leopold had already unsheathed his sword, but before he could make a move, he realized that the surrounding specters had long since run out of the cave, completely ignoring them.
"Leave here, head south until you reach a port. In the district at the port, wait there; a ship will pick you up."
Julius Reed looked at the familiar figure before him.
It was not the face that was familiar.
It was the eyes.
The expressions of these people were numb, with terror, anxiety, and deep fear in their eyes.
Yet they had long become accustomed to it.
These people, treated as tools by Mont, had no idea what real life was like.
They believed that humans were born to be slaves.
No one moved after Julius Reed spoke.
Everyone stood obediently in place.
Their faces were full of confusion.
"Go on! If they come back later, you won't be able to leave."
Jovany Leopold was anxiously shouting on the side.
