The papers were collected two hours later.
The drones did not give the answers on the spot. Like an interview, they told everyone to wait for news before flying away.
That made many people breathe a sigh of relief.
At the very least, they could fool themselves into believing good news would surely come.
Town Chief also breathed a sigh of relief. If the answers had been given on the spot, he believed it would inevitably have caused great chaos.
Gawain let out a long sigh.
He understood the Eastern Continent People's approach, and he understood their reasons.
No one wanted to bring a pack of White-Eyed Wolves, criminals, thieves, swindlers, burglars, parasites... near their own homes.
On the other hand, if someone obeyed the law and treated others kindly, many Eastern Continent People could accept them.
That alone already made them far better than most ethnic groups.
Their culture had long said, such as in certain Martial Arts novels that pitted good against evil, that people should be judged by "good and evil," not by their faction or origins.
Suddenly, he heard a child begin to cry.
"Why? Why did this happen? I don't want to leave my home."
"Why was my home gone when I came back from vacation?"
"I want to go back to before, back to when I fought with my cat."
The child was a little boy, still clutching an Ultraman toy as he cried.
No one went to comfort him right away, much less give him a hug... Judging from that, his parents were probably not here.
Gawain sighed again. Go back to the past? Who could possibly have that ability?
Perhaps only God could do it.
But in stories, God only destroyed worlds. He never turned back time and let people live happy