The meeting passed quickly.
Nearly everyone present had gained a clear understanding of what they would be facing in the coming period, and the Guild had also instructed them not to spread the news if possible.
Of course, that would probably be difficult to achieve completely.
After all, there were objectively quite a few people present. Someone would always spread it.
The Adventurer's Guild had never expected to keep it entirely sealed away. To deal with a large-scale war that was about to arrive, many preparations had to be made in advance, and preparations on such a scale could hardly be carried out without a sound.
Whether it was the deployment of city defenses or the transfer of supplies and baggage, many people would be involved.
And there were always clever people who could piece together the truth ahead of time from changes they observed around them.
The reminder was only meant to slow the spread of the news as much as possible.
For ordinary civilians, knowing in advance that the clouds of war were gathering brought no benefit—only needless worry.
Even if they wanted to leave Cold Green Province, it was already too late.
And how many places in the province could be safer than Barry, the Forest Capital? Could they really drag their whole families into the deep mountains and ancient forests? That would only be more dangerous, placing their lives and fortunes entirely in the hands of unpredictable fate.
At the very least, Barry could rely on its sturdy walls and magical formations. It also possessed an army, along with a great number of adventurers and adventurer parties—a place truly strong in troops and horses.
After the meeting ended, several merchant representatives, high-ranking church officials, and military leaders appeared to have been called by City Hall's leadership