Chapter 125: Employment
The morning sun had fully risen, yet it failed to disperse the gloom hanging over Golden port.
The nobles' hurried and chaotic preparations for escape continued. Horses whinnied, wheels creaked, and the scene was utter pandemonium.
Amid the chaos lurked an undisguised anxiety and despair.
"Relying on these guards alone, there's no way we can reach the Royal Capital safely!" A marquis who ordinarily lived a life of luxury now had his forehead covered in cold sweat, his voice trembling. "There are those Magic Beasts in the wilderness, and the Orc vanguard could appear at any time! We're marching straight to our deaths!"
"But other than them, who else can we count on?" Another viscount looked around desperately, his eyes filled with confusion.
The city guards had already collapsed, the nobles' private forces lacked sufficient combat strength, and the adventurers had either fled in the face of such a crisis.
Even those who opened their mouths like lions and demanded astronomical payment could not guarantee adequate protection.
In the end, everyone's gaze fell, as if by unspoken agreement, upon the villa piled high with Orc corpses like a mountain in the distance.
There, "Jack," who had displayed extraordinary power the previous night, had become their sole hope.
After an urgent, hushed discussion, several of Golden port's most prominent nobles—including the highly respected Count Reinhardt, the immensely wealthy Baron Fabio, and General Brandon, who held the last of the military authority—formed a temporary delegation.
They straightened their disordered robes, forcibly suppressed the fear in their hearts, plastered their faces with their humblest smiles, and cautiously made their way toward Dawn Mansion.
When they reached the front of the villa, Benjamin had already dealt with matters inside. He stood at the gates, calmly watching them approach.
His robe was