Tile had been born a farmer.
How could he not know the dangers of a locust plague?
"Is that true?"
"My lord?"
The others chimed in as well. "Is that true?"
"Yeah, it's a locust plague!"
"Those bugs aren't just inedible—they bite people, and nothing grows wherever they go!"
Dangerous talk spread nonstop, unsettling everyone.
Panic began to spread.
But the Political Commissar, who was also the messenger delivering the news, wasn't the least bit worried by their alarm. "Everyone, everyone."
"Let me finish. Let me finish!"
Thanks to the strict rule they had lived under before, these newly freed slaves were still quite disciplined.
After all, those who lacked discipline had grass two meters high growing over their graves.
No.
Their bones would be gone without a trace. There wouldn't even be a place to bury them; they'd have been thrown into the wilderness to feed the magical beasts.
"This is something that could happen down the line. Does everyone know how a locust plague forms?"
The crowd looked at one another.
Right, how did a locust plague form?
Tile raised his hand. "Um, I know. It happens when there's no food, all the tree bark has been stripped off, all the wild vegetables have been eaten, and everywhere is completely barren!"
The Political Commissar nodded approvingly. "That's right. This fellow has it exactly."
"So don't panic yet. Look at these mountains, look at this plateau!"
"The grass is still here, the forest is still here, and there's still water!"
"Judging by the current situation, a locust plague won't happen."
A curious child asked, "Then why did you say there'd be a locust plague?"
The Political Commissar smiled. "That's what I'm about to explain."
"Because there won't be any food. The merchants have moved it elsewhere."
"According to our