Haru's planned city wall construction began quickly. Every morning, the sounds of timber processing and stone hauling rose outside the city. Not only refugees took part in the construction, but also quite a few craftsmen from Bahoya City, as if they had received some sort of tacit approval. Marquis Yaglu indeed did not interfere at all, and his attitude made Ang secretly speculate: perhaps the marquis had already accepted the idea of using the people outside the city as the first line of defense. If the Hellhounds attacked again, these people outside the city would inevitably be the first to suffer.
Ang had once voiced this concern to Haru. "Marquis Yaglu's intentions probably aren't so simple. He hasn't stopped you from building the wall, perhaps only because it will give him an extra buffer when war breaks out again."
But Haru did not care in the slightest. He waved a hand and laughed. "Ang, you're overthinking it. The wall protects us, and it strengthens his defenses too. Why wouldn't he want that? Besides, look at how he's reinforced and raised the walls on the main battlefield. Maybe he wants to use our efforts to strengthen the defenses outside the city. There's nothing wrong with that."
Ang fell silent for a moment and said no more. He knew that no matter what Marquis Yaglu was planning, Haru's side would not easily give up this new camp. Moreover, Ang knew clearly that ever since he had destroyed Hell Gate, he still carried some weight in the marquis's eyes. After all, since the North Wind Warband had returned to the city, the marquis had not only refrained from obstructing them but had also regularly sent supplies every week. That attitude said everything.
As time passed, more refugees flocked toward Bahoya City, and the