The cold wind blew through the skirts of the singers in the tavern, their thin clothes trembling in the wind, but they still forced a smile.
As for the citizen representatives, monks, and minor nobles who were pushed to the forefront, they were dressed neatly, braving the cold with trepidation, waiting by the roadside early on.
They were afraid that the Salvation Army would cut off their heads now, and also afraid that Prince Kongdai would do so later.
Unlike the high nobility, these people could run, but their temples couldn't run with them.
In this anxious wait, time passed by the minute and the Salvation Army still did not appear.
They waited from morning until evening, their apprehensive hearts went numb, the sun set, yet the Salvation Army was nowhere to be seen.
Before the sun completely set, they did see about a hundred Kush Knights scouting, but after moving the ten boxes of gold and jewels, these knights disappeared.
