Lu Te knelt on the ground.
He trembled all over.
In truth, he knew perfectly well that these villagers would not dare attack the lords.
Not even lords who had already been defeated and driven back from the battlefield.
They still would not dare.
Because unlike refugees, they all had homes and families. They could not run away.
Those who dared take part in hunting knights were generally landless refugees.
Only organized by some bandits did they dare do such things.
Or, with the Bewitchment and leadership of local lords, villagers who owned land would dare do it.
Hunt enemy knights.
Even so, once a knight from the opposing side surrendered, these villagers would not dare kill him recklessly.
Not to mention that they were now on Master Koros's territory.
Unless they were willing to abandon their fields and become refugees who could only survive for two or three years.
Otherwise, facing the Young Master who had suddenly turned forceful, they could only beg for mercy and pray for his kindness and compassion.
Under such circumstances.
Lu Te immediately chose to pull his head in.
He knelt before Wenren Sheng and said, "I'm sorry, Young Master."
"I was only carried away for a moment."
"Please, merciful one, favored by the Creator God, forgive my momentary impulsiveness."
"Hmph. You traitor, did you think I didn't know what you've really done?" Wenren Sheng could not openly say that someone stood behind him.
The rules of the noble game were simple: if you lacked power, do not speak nonsense.
Unless you had enough influence. Then, no matter what you said, you would be right.
"I was wrong." Lu Te held out to the bitter end.
He could not reveal the name of the person behind him.
Even if he did, it would not