"Lord Lan Qingyou, Lady Alisa, there's something over here!"
Just as the two of them were discussing what to change and how, Horn's voice rang out from a distance.
Something?
Those three words immediately drew their attention.
Lan Qingyou put away the hide, and she and Alisa hurried toward the source of the voice.
"What happened?"
Before Lan Qingyou had even drawn close, she saw Horn and several knights gathered around a corner.
And there, at the corner,
were a few ragged-looking people.
Clearly,
these people weren't cut from the same cloth as the others.
That was why she'd asked.
"These are survivors from the exploration team we sent down a few days ago..."
Horn and the others moved aside, giving Lan Qingyou and Alisa a clear view.
The men were crouched in the corner, gulping down water from the canteens and dry flatbread Horn's group had given them.
From the way they were eating, it was easy to tell they hadn't had anything to eat in a long time.
No...
For all they knew, they hadn't eaten since they were captured.
"I can't believe there are survivors."
Alisa was surprised.
After all, given the nature of those Britt Mice, anyone they captured was destined to become either food or a sacrifice.
Yet, unexpectedly, a few of them had survived.
But...
"Who's this? He seems different from the others."
As Alisa considered how to begin, Lan Qingyou looked curiously at the man in a long robe at the front.
He looked to be in his forties or fifties.
The robe he wore was still tattered,
but the material was far better than the others'.
You could even say that if they all looked like beggars,
this fellow looked like a high-class beggar.
"This man is called Johns Hopkins. He was