Furnace City's food crisis came earlier than expected.
They had originally thought it might take half a month, but it erupted after only ten days.
"There are no fish left in Crescent Lake. We can't catch any food at all!"
"The Cultists looted all the potatoes outside the city long ago. They even destroyed the farmland."
"There isn't a single grain of wheat in the granaries. Even the rats there have starved to death."
"We want food! We want food!"
At the Furnace City Council, Ryan had also been invited as a viscount. The moment he entered, he saw Grand Duke Moriarty furiously smashing exquisite silverware from the table onto the floor.
"These damned rabble, rabble! They should all be hanged from wooden poles! How dare they reach out to the nobles and demand food?"
The surrounding nobles were equally enraged. They had not expected those Mud Legs to be so audacious.
Yet the fact that they had not immediately suppressed them already showed the severity of the matter.
Furnace City could not do without nobles, but neither could it do without commoners. In fact, the nobles of this city were not as extreme in their exploitation as those of Northwind Province, because, in the end, they were merely huddling together for warmth in Furnace City.
Under the Fierce Winter, the pressure of survival was what mattered most.
The food shortage began with the slaves at the bottom, but eventually, the nobles would lack food as well. Even the granaries on their own estates would not sustain them for long.
They had come here ostensibly to suppress Furnace City, but in truth, these far-sighted nobles had begun to panic. They were not concerned about the commoners and slaves, but they feared that they, too, might have no food in the