"Devils, get out of Blake... Baron Lord is the true lord..."
"Everything will be all right..."
Amid the seemingly orderly chants,
were expressionless townsfolk and guards staring at them with vicious eyes.
Sometimes, that was just how it was. Once suspicion took root in one's heart,
the details would slowly begin to emerge.
Criminals wearing donkey-head masks were being paraded in cages.
Yet some townsfolk looked at those criminals with no hatred in their eyes, only pity and fear.
Because before the festival arrived, they had merely said that the festival was pointless and that the money spent hunting wolves would be better used repairing the town's fences.
Even more interestingly, when the procession reached Saint Andral Church, it was most likely at the Baron's request.
Although Father Press was reluctant, he still came out and performed a rite of atonement for the donkey-masked criminals in front of the townsfolk.
Whether it would change the other townsfolk's minds, He Xi did not know.
But the townsfolk looked at them with no reverence for heroes either.
He Xi also knew that they were never heroes to begin with.
Baron Lord Dexter was willing to give them money, but naturally not simply to offer gifts to three strangers he had never met.
More than that, he wanted the townsfolk to see that he was bringing hope to the town, that the vampire lord he called a devil could not lay a hand on this place.
But had such actions truly brought hope?
He could not say there was none at all. If Dexter had not organized the guards and built these walls, Blake Town might already have become another Balvey Town.
It was simply that, for most townsfolk, whether they became numb to undead wandering Balvey Town at midnight or guards appearing